WE are two travellers, Roger and I.
Roger ’s my dog.—Come here, you scamp!
Jump for the gentlemen,—mind your eye!
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FROM the house of desolation,
From the doors of lamentation,
I went forth into the midnight and the vistas of the moon;
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JUST back from a beach of sand and shells,
And shingle the tides leave oozy and dank,
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The listening Dryads hushed the woods;
The boughs were thick, and thin and few
The golden ribbons fluttering through;
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HER triumphs are over, the crown
Has passed from her brow;
And she smiles, 'To whom now does the town
My poor laurels allow?'
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ON Haverhill's pleasant hills there played,
Some sixty years ago,
In turned-up trousers, tattered hat,
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OPEN lies the book before me: in a realm obscure as dreams
I can trace the pale blue mazes of innumerable streams, ...
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TO Nature, in her shop one day, at work compounding simples,
Studying fresh tints for Beauty's cheeks, or new effects in dimples,
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OUT from the Northern forest, dim and vast;
Out from the mystery
Of yet more shadowy times, a pathless past,
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