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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 1, 8, by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN Poet's Biography
First Line: As when down some broad river dropping, we
Last Line: And life alone circles out flat and bare.
First Line: As when down some broad river dropping, we
Last Line: And life alone circles out flat and bare.
As when down some broad river dropping, we
Day after day behold the assuming shores
Sink and grow dim, as the great watercourse
Pushes his banks apart and seeks the sea:
Benches of pines, high shelf and balcony,
To flats of willow and low sycamores
Subsiding, till where'er the wave we see,
Himself is his horizon utterly.
So fades the portion of our early world,
Still on the ambit hangs the purple air;
Yet while we lean to read the secret there,
The stream that by green shoresides plashed and purled
Expands: the mountains melt to vapors rare,
And life alone circles out flat and bare.
Other Poems of Interest...
A LATTER-DAY SAINT by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
A SAMPLE OF COFFEE BEANS by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
AN INCIDENT by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
ANYBODY'S CRITIC by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
APRIL by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
AS SOMETIMES IN A GROVE by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
CORALIE by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
ELIDORE by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
G.D.W. by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
GUNHILDA by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
HYMN TO THE VIRGIN by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN
HYMN WRITTEN FOR THE DEDICATION OF A CEMETERY by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN