Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NORTHAMPTON, by HENRY THEODORE TUCKERMAN Poet's Biography First Line: Ere from thy calm seclusion parted Last Line: The heights of sweet fiesole. Subject(s): Northampton, Massachusetts | ||||||||
ERE from thy calm seclusion parted, O fairest village of the plain! The thoughts that here to life have started Draw me to Nature's heart again. The tasselled maize, full grain or clover, Far o'er the level meadow grows, And through it, like a wayward rover, The noble river gently flows. Majestic elms, with trunks unshaken By all the storms an age can bring, Trail sprays whose rest the zephyrs waken, Yet lithesome with the juice of spring. By sportive airs the foliage lifted, Each green leaf shows its white below, As foam on emerald waves is drifted, Their tints alternate come and go. And when the distant mountain ranges In moonlight or blue mist are clad, Oft memory all the landscape changes, And pensive thoughts are blent with glad. For then, as in a dream Elysian, Val d'Arno's fair and loved domain Seems, to my rapt yet waking vision, To yield familiar charms again. Save that for dome and turret hoary, Amid the central valley lies A white church-spire unknown to story, And smoke-wreaths from a cottage rise. On Holyoke's summit woods are frowning, No line of cypresses we see, Nor convent old with beauty crowning The heights of sweet Fiesole. | Other Poems of Interest...HOLYOKE VALLEY by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN NEWPORT BEACH by HENRY THEODORE TUCKERMAN TRI-MOUNTAIN by HENRY THEODORE TUCKERMAN WASHINGTON'S STATUE by HENRY THEODORE TUCKERMAN THE PASSING OF THE EX-SLAVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AFTER PARTING by SARA TEASDALE SUNDAY NIGHT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE CRUEL MISTRESS by THOMAS CAREW THE CITY DEAD-HOUSE by WALT WHITMAN |
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