THERE is a rude old monument,
Half masonry, half ruin, bent
With sagging weight, as if it meant
To warn one of mischance;
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THE moon hangs lightly on yon western hill;
And now it gives a parting look, like one
Who sadly leaves the guilty. You and I
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'Ibis et redibis nunquam peribis in bello.' — Oracle.
I SEEK not the grove where the wood-robins whistle,
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THOUGH friends are false, and leaders fail,
And rulers quake with fear;
Though tamed the shepherd in the vale,
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What is there saddening in the Autumn leaves?
Have they that 'green and yellow melancholy'
That the sweet poet spake of?-Had he seen
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SOLEMN he paced upon that schooner's deck,
And muttered of his hardships: — 'I have been
Where the wild will of Mississippi's tide
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THERE's beauty in the deep;
The wave is bluer than the sky;
And though the lights shine bright on high,
More softly do the sea-gems glow
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Sweep on, the wave is curled with foam,
Sweep on, the tide is bearing home,
Sweep on, the breeze is fair;
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The thoughts are strange that crowd into my brain,
While I look upward to thee. It wold seem
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It rains. What lady loves a rainy day?
Not she who puts prunella on her foot,
Zephyrs around her neck, and silken socks
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