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A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty. - The Flood of Years [Sculpture] When April winds Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up, Opened in airs of June her multiple OF golden chalices to humming birds And silken-wing'd insects of the sky. - The Fountain [April] The tulip-tree, high up, Opened, in airs of June, her multitude Of golden chalices to humming birds And silken-winged insects of the sky. - The Fountain (st. 3) [Tulip Tree] And at my silent window-sill The jessamine peeps in. - The Hunter's Serenade [Jasmines] Within the woods, Whose young and half transparent leaves scarce cast A shade, gray circles of anemones Danced on their stalks. - The Old Man's Counsel [Anemones] The shad-bush, white with flowers, Brightened the glens; the new leaved butternut And quivering poplar to the roving breeze Gave a balsamic fragrance. - The Old Man's Counsel (l. 28) [Trees] What plant we in this apple tree? Sweets for a hundred flowery springs To load the May-wind's restless wings, When, from the orchard-row, he pours Its fragrance through our open doors; A world of blossoms for the bee, Flowers for the sick girl's silent room, For the glad infant sprigs of bloom, We plant with the apple tree. - The Planting of the Apple Tree [Apples] The rugged trees are mingling Their flowery sprays in love; The ivy climbs the laurel To clasp the boughs above. - The Serenade [Ivy] On my cornice linger the ripe black grapes ungathered; Children fill the groves with the echoes of their glee, Gathering tawny chestnuts, and shouting when beside them Drops the heavy fruit of the tall black-walnut tree. - The Third of November [November] The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep to-night. - The Tides [Moon] Wild was the day; the wintry sea Moaned sadly on New England's strand, When first the thoughtful and the free, Our fathers, trod the desert land. - The Twenty-second of December [December] A breeze came wandering from the sky, Light as the whispers of a dream; He put the o'erhanging grasses by, And softly stooped to kiss the stream, The pretty stream, the flattered stream, The shy, yet unreluctant stream. - The Wind and Stream [Wind] Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson, Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green. Such a kindly autumn, so mercifully dealing With the growths of summer, I never yet have seen. - Third of November [Autumn] Fair insect! that, with threadlike legs spread out, And blood-extracting bill and filmy wing, Dost murmur, as thou slowly sail'st about, In pitiless ears full many a plaintive thing, And tell how little our large veins would bleed, Would we but yield them to thy bitter need. - To a Mosquito [Mosquitoes] Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. - To a Water Fowl [Sea Birds] Of columbines, in purple dressed Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest. - To the Fringed Gentian [Columbines] Thou blossom! bright with autumn dew, And colour's with the heaven's own blue, That openest when the quiet light Succeeds the keen and frosty night. - To the Fringed Gentian [Gentians] Thou unrelenting past. - To the Past [Past] Displaying page 6 of 6 for this author: << Prev 1 2 3 4 5 [6]
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