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I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree.
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I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree.
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Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
As by the way of innuendo
Lucus is made a non lucendo.
As by the way of innuendo
Lucus is made a non lucendo.
I think that I shall never scan
A tree as lovely as a man.
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I think that I shall never scan
A tree as lovely as a man.
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A tree depicts divinest plan,
But God himself lives in a man.
I have seen the wicked in great power, and spreading himself like
a green bay tree.
I have seen the wicked in great power, and spreading himself like
a green bay tree.
The forest laments in order that Mr. Gladstone may perspire.
The forest laments in order that Mr. Gladstone may perspire.
Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs
No school of long experience, that the world
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Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs
No school of long experience, that the world
Is full of guilt and misery, and hast seen
Enough of all its sorrows, crimes and cares,
To tire thee of it, enter this wild wood
And view the haunts of Nature. The calm shade
Shall bring a kindred calm, and the sweet breeze
That makes the green leaves dance, shall waft a balm
To thy sick heart.
The shad-bush, white with flowers,
Brightened the glens; the new leaved butternut
And quivering poplar to the read more
The shad-bush, white with flowers,
Brightened the glens; the new leaved butternut
And quivering poplar to the roving breeze
Gave a balsamic fragrance.
Either make the tree food, and his fruit good; or else make the
tree corrupt, and his fruit corrupt: read more
Either make the tree food, and his fruit good; or else make the
tree corrupt, and his fruit corrupt: for the tree is known by
his fruit.
It was the noise
Of ancient trees falling while all was still
Before the storm, in the read more
It was the noise
Of ancient trees falling while all was still
Before the storm, in the long interval
Between the gathering clouds and that light breeze
Which Germans call the Wind's bride.