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Title: Bryant. Poems from the works of William Cullen Bryant
Year: 1884 (1880s)
Authors: Bryant, William Cullen, 1794-1878 Hedgdon, Josephine E., (from old catalog) comp
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Publisher: New York, D. Appleton and compnay
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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Quaint maskers, wearing fair andgallant forms To catch thy gaze, and uttering grace-ful words To charm thy ear; while his sly imps,by stealth, Twine round thee threads of steel, That grow to fetters; or bind down thy armsWith chains concealed in chaplets. Oh! not yetMayst thou unbrace thy corslet, nor lay byThy sword; nor yet, O Freedom! close thy lids 49 LEAFLETS FROM STANDARD AUTHORS. In slumber; for thine enemy never sleeps,And thou must watch and combat till the dayOf the new earth and heaven. But wouldst thou restAwhile from tumult and the frauds of men, These old and friendly solitudes inviteThy visit. They, while yet the for-est-treesWere young upon the un violated earth,And yet the moss-stains on the rock were new,Beheld thy glorious childhood, andrejoiced. 50 BRYAXT.
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THE WHITE-FOOTED DEER. It was a hundred years ago,When, by the woodland ways, The traveller saw the wild - deerdrink,Or crop the birchen sprays. Beneath a hill, whose rocky sideOerbrowed a grassy mead, And fenced a cottage from thewind,A deer was wont to feed. She only came when on the cliffsThe evening moonlight lay, And no man knew the secret hauntsIn which she walked by day. White were her feet, her foreheadshowed A spot of silvery white,That seemed to glimmer like a star In autumns hazy night. And here, when sang the whippoorwill,She cropped the sprouting leaves, And here her rustling steps wereheardOn still October eves. 51 *LFT^. LEAFLETJTFROM standard authors. But when the broad midsummer moonKose oer that grassy lawn, Beside the silver-footed deerThere grazed a spotted fawn. The cottage dame forbade her son To aim the rifle here;It were a sin, she said, to harm Or fright that friendly deer. This spot has been my pleasant home Ten peaceful years and more;And ever, when the moon

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