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THOMAS BUCHANAN READ
American poet and painter
(1822 - 1872)

Behold the glowing blush upon the rose.
      - [Roses]

Look how the blue-eyed violets glance love to one another.
      - [Flowers]

Oh, joy to the world! the hour is come,
  When the nations to freedom awake,
    When the royalists stand agape and dumb,
      And monarchs with terror shake!
        Over the walls of majesty
          "Upharsin is writ in words of fire,
            And the eyes of the bondsman, wherever they be
              Are lit with wild desire.
                Soon shall the thrones that blot the world,
                  Like the Orleans, into the dust be hurl'd,
                    And the word roll on like a hurricane's breath,
                      Till the farthest slave hears what it saith--
                        Arise, arise, be free!
      - [Freedom]

Pure and chaste as the falling snow.
      - [Purity]

The heavens are full of floating mysteries.
      - [Mystery]

The rose
  Propt at the cottage door with careful hands,
    Bursts its green bud, and looks abroad for May.
      - [Roses]

My soul to-day
  Is far away
    Sailing the Vesuvian Bay.
      - Drifting [Italy]

O Night, most beautiful and rare!
  Thou giv'st the heavens their holiest hue,
    And through the azure fields of air
      Bring'st down the gentle dew.
      - Night [Night]

To-morrow, what delight is in to-morrow!
  What laughter and what music, breathing joy,
    Float from the woods and pastures, wavering down,
      Dropping like echoes through the long to-day,
        Where childhood waits with weary expectation.
      - The New Pastoral (bk. VI, l. 163)
        [Tomorrow]

We bring roses, beautiful fresh roses,
  Dewy as the morning and coloured like the dawn;
    Little tents of odour, where the bee reposes,
      Swooning in sweetness of the bed he dreams upon.
      - The New Pastoral (bk. VII, l. 51) [Roses]


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