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The hills,
Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun.

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And at my silent window-sill The jassamine peeps in.

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Maidens hearts are always soft:
Would that men's were truer!

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Go forth under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings.

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I grieve for life's bright promise, just shown and then withdrawn.

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Pleasantly, between the pelting showers, the sunshine gushes down.

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Look on this beautiful world, and read the truth
In her fair pages.

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I know where the young May violet grows, In its lone and lowly nook.

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Do not the bright June roses blow
To meet thy kiss at morning hours?

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Of Sanguinaria, from whose brittle stem The red drops fell like blood.

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A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty.

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And kind the voice and glad the eyes
That welcome my return at night.

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Ah! never shall the land forget How gushed the life-blood of her brave -

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Or columbines, in purple dressed, Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest.

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Tender pauses speak
The overflow of gladness,
When words are all too weak.

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Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue....

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I hear the howl of the wind that brings
The long drear storm on its heavy wings.

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Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase
Are fruits of innocence and blessedness.

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Virtue cannot dwell with slaves, nor reign O'er those who cower to take a tyrant's yoke.

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All that tread,
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom.

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The little wind-flower, whose just opened eye
Is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at.

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The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within.

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And the blue gentian flower, that, in the breeze,
Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.

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And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief,
And the year smiles as it draws near its death.

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Error's monstrous shapes from earth are driven
They fade, they fly--but truth survives the flight.

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Weep not that the world changes—did it keep
A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep.

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To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language.

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Whose young and half transparent leaves scare cast A shade gray circles of anemones Danced on their stalks.

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Music is not merely a study, it is an entertainment; wherever there is music there is a throng of listeners.

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Or lose thyself in the continuous woods
Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound
Saving his own dashings.

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