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Passaic, a Group of Poems Touching That River; With Other Musings
Passaic a Group of Poems Touching That River With Other Musings Author:Thomas Ward General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1842 Original Publisher: Wiley and Putnam Subjects: Passaic River (N.J.) Poetry of places Passaic River Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of ... more »this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: CONCLUSION. TO PASSAIC. Bless thee ! bright river of my heart -- The blue, the clear, the wild, the sweet : Though faint my lyre, and rude my art, Love broke discretion's bands apart, And bade me offer at thy feet My murmuring praise, howe'er unmeet: Aware, discourse to lovers dear Insipid, strikes the listener's ear, Yet have I rashly sung to prove The strength, the fervor of a love That none, to whom thy charms are known Would seek to hide, or blush to owiu Yes ! oft have I indulged my dream By many a fair, and foreign stream j But vain my wandering search to see A rival in far lands to thee. Rhine, Tiber, Thames, a queenly throng -- - The world's idolatry, and song -- Have roved, have slumbered, sung, and sighed,, To win my worship to their tide :. Have wound their forms with graceful wiles, And curled their cheeks with rippling smiles ; Have leaped in waves, with frolic dance, And winking tossed me many a glance : Still, still my heart, though moved, was free, For love, dear native stream of thee ! For Rhine, though proudly sweeps her tide Through hills deep-parted, gaping wide -- Whereon gray topping castles sprout, As though the living rock shot out -- Too rudely wooes me, who despise The charms wherein no softness lies; While Thames, who boasts a velvet brim, And meadows beautifully trim, Too broadly shows the trace of art, To win the wishes of the heart; And Tiber's muddy waves must own Their glory is the past's alone. No water-nymph...« less