Richard Hovey Poems

APRIL. You hearken, my fellow,
Old slumberer down in my heart?
There's a whooping of ice in the rivers:
The sap feels a start.
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Oh, Eleazar Wheelock was a very pious man;
He went into the wilderness to teach the Indian,
With a Gradus ad Parnassum, a Bible and a drum,
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I

Whose furthest footstep never strayed
Beyond the village of his birth,
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Here falls no light of sun nor stars;
No stir nor striving here intrudes;
No moan nor merry-making mars
The quiet of these solitudes.
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AND if he should come again
In the old glad way,
I should smile and take his hand.
What were there to say?
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AND if he should come again
In the old glad way,
I should smile and take his hand.
What were there to say?
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When a pretty maiden passes
By the window down the street,
Cards and billiards lose their sweet;
Conversation on old brasses
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Give a rouse, then, in the Maytime
For a life that knows no fear!
Turn night-time into daytime
With the sunlight of good cheer!
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To what new fates, my country, far
And unforeseen of foe or friend,
Beneath what unexpected star
Compelled to what unchosen end.
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Two women loved a poet.
One was dark,
Luxuriant with the beauty of the south,
A heart of fire-and this one he forsook.
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