Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 3, 2, by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN Poet's Biography First Line: But nature in her mood pushes or pulls Last Line: That fly not over land, into the hills. | ||||||||
But Nature in her mood pushes or pulls At her caprice; we see what is not shown By that which we behold, nor this alone; To commonest matters let us fix a bound Or purport, straight another use is found And this annihilates and that annuls. And every straw of grass, or dirt, or stone, Has different function from the kind well-known: Commerce and custom, dikes and watermills. Not to the sea alone, from inland earth, The stream draws down its freight of floats and hulls, But backward far, upwinding to the north, The river gleams, a highway for the gulls That fly not over land, into the hills. | 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 |
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