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THE WOODS WITH

BRYANT, LONGFELLOW, AND HALLECK ILLUSTRATE!) FROM DRAWINGS

BY JOHN

'The nunneries The murmur' <1 longing

A.

HOWS

of silent nooks, of the wood."

LOWF.I.L.

NEW YORK: .TAMES GK G-REGORY, PUBLISHER. MDCCCLXIII.

Entered accordins to Act of Congress, in the year

BY JAMES

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1S<J2.

GUEGORY,

Court of the United States, Southern District of New York.

In tin- Clerk's Office of the District

for the

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WM.

Flowers,

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BY

"When Woods were Green,

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BY

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HENRY W. LONGFELLOW,

BY

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FITZ-GREENE HALLECK.

'J'he

J3eatl^ of tlie

"Wyoinin<>:

Mi-ssris.

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IF'raginen.t,

ANNIN.

ANDKK\V BOGK1IT.

BOBBKTT-HOOI'En. BU(SS.

cox.

Cl'LLEN BRYANT.

KILMKK.

KINNKKSLEY. X. OKI:

A Co.

THE melancholy Of

days arc come, the saddest of the year,

wailing winds, and naked woods, and

Heaped

They

in the hollows of the grove, the

rustic to the

eddying gust, and

meadows brown and autumn

leaves

lie

to the rabbit's tread.

sere.

dead

:

The

robin and the wren are flown,

And

from the shrubs the jay,

And from

the wood-top calls the

crow

Through

Where That

the gloomy day.

are the flowers, the fair lately

In brighter

A

all

sprang and stood,

light,

and

softer airs,

beauteous sisterhood

?

young

flowers,

they

all

arc in their

graves, the gentle race of flowers

Are lying fair

The

in their lowly beds, with the

and good of

rain

is

cold

November

falling

ours.

where they

lie,

but the

rain

Calls not from out the

gloomy earth

the lovely ones again.

wind-flower and the violet.

They perished long

And "

ago,

the brier-rose and the orchis

Died amid the

summer glow;

on the

hill

the golden rod, and the aster in

the wood,

And

the

yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn

beauty stood, Till fell the frost

from the clear cold heaven, as

falls j

the plague on men,

And

the brightness of their smile

was

<{?

gone, from upland, glade, and glen.

And now when As To

still

From

out their winter

home

;

the sound of dropping nuts

Though

And

such days will come,

the squirrel and the bee

call

When

conies the calm mild day,

all

the trees are

twinkle in the

The waters of the

smoky rill,

still,

light

is

heard.

South- wind searches

for

the flowers whose

fra-

grance late he bore,

\nd

sighs to find

the

them

wood and by

stream no more.

in

the

then I think of one

who

in her youthful

beauty

died,

The

fair,

meek blossom and

up side

;

that

faded

grew

by

my

In the

cold.,

When

moist earth \ve laid her,

the forests east the

And we wept

leaf,

that one so lovely

Should have a

Yet not unmeet

life

it

so brief:

was that one

Like that young friend of onrs,

So gentle and so

beautiful,

Should perish with the

flowers.

PLEASANT

And To

lie

it

was,

when woods were

winds were

soft

green,

and low,

amid sonic sylvan scene,

Where, the long drooping boughs between, Shadows dark, and sunlight sheen, Alternate

come and go

;

Or,

where the denser grove receives

Xo

sunlight from above,

Rut the dark foliage interweaves In one unbroken roof of leaves

Underneath whose sloping eaves

The shadows hardly move.

Beneath some patriarchal I

lav

upon the ground

His hoary anus uplifted

And

all

tree

:

he.

the broad leaves over nu

Clapped their

little

hands

in glee,

With one continuous sound

;

slumberous sound

The

As

let-

:i

sound that brings

lings of a

dream

of innumerable wings,

As, when a bell no longer swings, Faint the hollow

murmur

rings

O'er meadow, lake, and stream.

And dreams

of that which cannot

Bright visions came to me,

As lapped

And

in

thought

gaze into the

Where

I

used to

summer

skv.

the sailing clouds

went by, Like ships upon the sea

:

lie.

die.

that the soul of voutli en

Ere Fancy has been quelled

Old legends of the monkish Traditions of

.the

saint

and

iag'e,

sag'e.

Tales that have the rime of

And

chronicles of Eld.

;

ag'e,

And, loving

Kven I

in

still

these quaint old themes.

the city's throng

led the freshness of the streams.

That, crossed

l>y

shades and sunny gleam.-

Water the green land of dreams.

The holy land of

sonir.

Jit

Pentecost, which brings

The

When

And

Spring, clothed like a bride,

nestling buds unfold their \vings

bishop's-caps have golden rings,

Musing upon many I sought the

The green

trees

whispered low

and mild It

things,

woodlands wide.

;

was a sound of joy

They were

my

when

playmates

a child,

And

rocked

Still

they looked at

As

And

if I

me

in their ;irms so wild

me and

were a boy

!

smiled,

;

ever whispered, mild and low,

"Come, be

a ehild once

more!"

And waved their long arms to and And beckoned solemnly and slow ;

O, I could not choose -Into the

but go

woodlands hoar

:

fro.

the blithe

and breathing

air.

Into the solemn wood,

Solemn and

silent

everywhere

!

Nature with folded hands seemed Kneeling

at her

Like one

in

evening prayer! prayer I stood.

there,

me Of Abroad

tall

rose

an avenue,

and sombrous

])ines:

their fan-like branches grew,

And, where the sunshine darted through.

Spread a vapor

soft

and

blue.

In long and sloping lines.

falling

Like a

on

my

weary

brain,

fast-falling shower,

The dreams of youth came back again.

Low lispings of the summer rain, Dropping on the ripened

As

Visions of childhood

Ye

And

!

Stay,

O

stay

were so sweet and wild

distant voices ''It

grain,

once upon the flower.

cannot be!

seemed

!

!

to say,

They pass away!''

Tuou '

On

eom'st in beauty, on

Snsquelianna's side, fair

Image of many

When And

my

life

ga/e at

last,

Wyoming

!''

a dream, in hours long past,

was

in its

bud and blossoming,

waters gushing from the fountain-spring

Of pure

As by

enthusiast thought,

dimmed my young

the poet borne, on unseen wing.

I

breathed, in fancy. 'neath

The summer's

air,

tlrv

cloudless

skies.

and heard her echoed harmonic;

I

then but dreamed: thou art before

In

life,

a vision of the brain

me

now,

no more.

I've stood

upon the wooded mountain's brow.

That beetles

And

liiuli

thv lovelv valley o'er;

now, where winds thy

river's greenest shore,

Within a bower of Sveamores

And

am

laid

:

winds, as soft and sweet as ever bore

The fnxoranee of wild

flowers through sun and shade,

singing in the

press

my

head.

trees,

whose low boughs

liath

made

thee lovelier than the power

Even of Campbell's pen hath

Had woven, had he gazed Upon thy

smiling vale,

With more of

Known

truth,

like old friends,

pictured: he

one sunny hour its

scenery

and made each rock and

and

o-reeted

from

afar.

tree

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