{"1": {"fulltext": "PS mih\\n1100", "height": "3063", "width": "2122", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0003.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3209", "width": "2112", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0004.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "Qreeps\\nfviOV 10 1899\\nPS 1764\\n.G84 G7\\n1900\\nCopy 1\\nBY\\n1/\\n(J. p. C-\\ni/i^^i^\\nPRESS OF S. J. PARKHILL CO.\\nBoston, U. S. A.\\n1900", "height": "3209", "width": "2148", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0005.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "49449\\nCopyright, 1899,\\nBy GEORGE P. GUERRIER\\nCOPIES HI-CBIVED.\\n6 C0ND COPY,\\nu lOi^j\\n^orc ^f5\\nrX^^y", "height": "3173", "width": "2102", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0006.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nSpring-Coming.\\nWhen Red the Maple Blooms.\\nO Sweet May\\nRake Clean.\\nThe Summer Rain.\\nOn Board Yacht Firefly.\\nAn August Idyl.\\nMorn in Mid-Autumn.\\nThe Fall Cricket.\\nThe Clianffinff Leaf.\\nA Petition.\\nTo the Master Shakspere.\\nOn a Vase of Ferns.\\nAn Easter Morn.\\nA Day from Church.\\nOn Song.\\nThe Rejoinder.\\nThe Old Trail.\\nA Fisher Girl.\\nThe Proffered Psalter.\\nAt Evening.\\nThe Songs that Sing Themselves.\\nTo the East Wind in Summer.\\nIn a Sanctuary of the Birds.\\nLate in July.\\nThe Climb.\\nMonadnock in Autumn.\\nOverlooking the Charles or A\\nLeave-Taking.", "height": "3131", "width": "2148", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0007.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3173", "width": "2102", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0008.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "SPRING-COMING.\\nWelcome to thee, thou fair one,\\nThat breaks the land s long sleep\\nWith the balmy waft of thy breathing,\\nAnew love s tryst to keep\\nThe grasses beneath thy footsteps\\nAthwart the crusted snow\\nThat sparkles with ruby and chrysolite\\nHave heard thy tread below.\\nThe race of the russet orchard\\nWhose trust so long delayed\\nStand flushed with a dream enchanted,\\nThe blue of thy heaven hath made.\\nI know, saith the violet pining.\\nSoft kisses me await.\\nAll wistful yearn in their cloister\\nThe crocuses at the gate,\\nMethought I heard a warbling\\nAh, yea it is so it is so\\nRight welcome to thee, fair mistress\\nFarewell, sweet one of the snow\\nOnce more the lanes are free,\\nThe white fleet sails o erhead\\nThe south wind sweeps the lea.\\nWhere late the snow lay spread.\\nAnd now tis a whistle I hear.\\nThe ploughman s cheery fife,\\nA whistle hearty and clear.\\nFull of the music of life.\\nAnd the sick one, gray and thin,\\nQuoth she, The door swing wide,\\nAnd let the brave friend in.\\nThat speaks to me outside.\\n5", "height": "3131", "width": "2148", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0009.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "WHEN RED THE MAPLE BLOOMS.\\nWhen red the maple blooms again,\\nAnd alder catkins fringe the lane,\\nThen faintly horns are heard to blow\\nheard to blow heard to blow,\\nCome forth and greet the greenwood\\n(Echo) Come forth and greet the greenwood\\nWhen mossy nooks once more are green,\\nAnd rippling runs the brook between,\\nThen faintly horns are heard to blow\\nheard to blow heard to blow,\\nCome forth and greet the greenwood\\n(Echo) Come forth and greet the greenwood\\nWhen maids and men may wander free,\\nAnd in shy spots the blossoms see.\\nThen faintly horns are heard to blow,\\nheard to blow heard to blow\\nCome forth and greet the greenwood\\n(Echo) Come forth and greet the greenwood", "height": "3173", "width": "2102", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0010.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "O SWEET MAY!\\nO, so coy is she, sweet May\\nSweet as dew that will not stay,\\nLoved of all the knightly race.\\nWho would give her choicest place,\\nYet would she her bower close keep,\\nAsking but abroad to peep\\nLike the nimble warbler seen\\nFlashing thro the virgin green.\\nTo the covert and the shade\\nBy the firs and hemlocks made\\nLike the linncBa t for the few\\nWho have known the try sting true\\nIn the mazes, where the rude\\nDo not with their steps intrude\\nLike a thought that lightly sits,\\nThen away as lightly flits,\\nLeaving one awhile to dream\\nOf the shapes that do but seem.\\nBlackburnian.\\nt Twinflower.", "height": "3131", "width": "2148", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0011.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "RAKE CLEAN.*\\nQuoth Ralph to his father, the farmer,\\nSuch hay there never was seen.\\nHow shall we care for it, father\\nSaid the father My son, rake clean,\\nRake clean, rake clean,\\nWe have need of it all, I ween.\\nBut the mows have not space enough, father,\\nTo hold such abundance between\\nThe floor and the comb of the building.\\nQuoth the farmer My son, rake clean,\\nRake clean, rake clean,\\nWe can care for it all, I ween.\\nThen the seasons flew by (and the harvest\\nGood service that Winter had been),\\nAnd again in the field were the toilers,\\nAnd still said the farmer Rake clean,\\nRake clean, rake clean,\\nWe have need of it all, I ween.\\nBut the lad gazed distressfully round him,\\nLess hay, said he, never was seen.\\nThe cattle will surely be stinted.\\nQuoth the farmer My son, rake clean,\\nRake clean, rake clean,\\nWe shall find there s sufficient, I ween.\\nPermission of Harper Bros.", "height": "3173", "width": "2102", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0012.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "THE SUMMER RAIN.\\nHow restful is the rain\\nHow filled with hope again,\\nBeneath the silvery tears,\\nThe long-faint land appears\\nHow restful is the rain\\nHow restful is the rain\\nTo see the roses red,\\nAround and overhead,\\nUpon their blushes wear\\nThe dewy diamond tear,\\nTo view the lilies white,\\nLike stars at dead of night.\\nUpon yon darkened pool,\\nSo fresh and fair and cool\\nWhilst Zephyrus from the hills\\nThe opened chamber fills\\nWith odors rich or rare.\\nThat new-distilled are,\\nAs I securely sit.\\nAnd soothing visions flit\\nThro the kingdom of my own,\\nIn the stillness all alone,\\nHow restful is the rain", "height": "3131", "width": "2148", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0013.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "ON BOARD YACHT FIREFLY.\\nWe see the bristling rocks close by,\\nThe white-cap waves are combing high\\nIt were a little thing to die\\nWith this great throb of ecstasy.\\nReady about the captain cries,\\nAnd, Hard a lee The brave boat flies\\nRound on her heel, and on she hies\\nUpon the waves triumphantly.\\nWe, perched to windward, sittmg see\\nThe waters wash upon her lee\\nBut little for her fate fear we\\nOn, on we go, right bonnily.\\nAll of a sudden drops the gale,\\nThe night draws near a large moon pale\\nUpriseth slowly like a sail,\\nAnd we at anchor dreamily.\\n10", "height": "3173", "width": "2102", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0014.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "AN AUGUST IDYL.\\nHow beautiful the morning blossoms out\\nJoy springs anew to see the freshened lawn,\\nThe veilings of the sombre mist withdrawn,\\nThe nodding dandelions gold doth flout\\nThe lingering spectres of dismay or doubt\\nThat would possess the fields the meads tho shorn\\nStill yield the succory or how were one forlorn\\nWith pink-cap mallows and the asters stout\\nThe kite-leaf birches twinkle\\nShedding the dew sprinkle,\\nThe willows lift their tresses\\nAt the same caresses,\\nAs the zephyrs fly\\nBriskly by\\nThe si:)angles of the poplars are ablaze,\\nOf late embosomed in the darkling haze.\\nAnd all the air doth carry\\nWhat might no longer tarry,\\nPomona s faint forecast of vintage days.\\n11", "height": "3131", "width": "2148", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0015.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "MORN IN MID-AUTUMN.\\nLate climbs the sun, athwart the lane,\\nEtched boles of oak and pine succeed\\nBrown needles strewn, the crimson stain,\\nImpress the tale of Autumn s speed.\\nWhite-sprinkled frost the meadows rule,\\nSave claim of spots by drench of dew\\nGray vapors shroud the ice-skimmed pool.\\nAnd mar the reedy, mirrored view.\\nFrom stubbled field the partridge Avhirs,\\nOr back to cover darts the quail\\nWild screams the jay the echo stirs\\nAs though at silence he would rail.\\nThe chickadee s thin pipe of cheer.\\nThe peewee bird s complaining note,\\nA prelude sound to days austere.\\nTo fated leaves ere down they float.\\nNo more the gaze with gleams regaled\\nOf golden-rod in pasture spread\\nThe asters meek, their purple paled.\\nDeclare the halcyon days have fled.\\n12", "height": "3173", "width": "2102", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0016.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "THE FALL CRICKET.*\\nTis the fall cricket\\nIn yon bushy thicket,\\nMinstrel but one,\\nWhose song lingers on.\\nPast is the cheering\\nOf bird in the clearing\\nThe thrush in the shade\\nBreathes no serenade.\\nSlender and sober,\\nA pipe of October,\\nOne burden obtains,\\nA new spirit reigns.\\nAh, it is failing.\\nThe clethra s exhaling;\\nStrange odors betray\\nDamp mould and decay.\\nSoon will surrender.\\nThe woodlands their splendor,\\nThe maple and vine\\nTheir crimson resign\\nBeauty and glory\\nWill be but a story,\\nThe leaf in the stream\\nTells the way of all dream.\\nThe gay, bent on pleasure.\\nThe rich in love s treasure,\\nThe lone one to-day\\nWill vanish away.\\nA small greenish insect known locally as here given.\\n13", "height": "3131", "width": "2148", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0017.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "THE CHANGING LEAF.\\nThe elm is turning yellow,\\nThe creepers rich with stain\\nThe frost hath fringed the maple\\nWith crimson fire again\\nI hear the crisp corn rustle that s gathered into sheaves,\\nAnd my heart stands still a moment to think of all it leaves.\\nI pick the honeyed clover\\nThat lingers at my feet\\nAh, me long years are over\\nSince first 1 found it sweet.\\nI hear the crisp corn rustle that s gathered into sheaves.\\nAnd my heart stands still a moment to think of what it\\nleaves.\\nThe sadness and the sweetness\\nI ponder o er and o er\\nNor sio[hino^ nor the orladness\\nIs as it was before.\\nI hear the crisp corn rustle that s gathered into sheaves,\\nAnd my heart stands still a moment to think of all it leaves.\\n14", "height": "3173", "width": "2102", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0018.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "A PETITION.\\nWeak faith is mine, alas small is my worth\\nBut oh, from out my inmost soul I pray,\\nThat I may ne er so wander on the way\\nTo lose the wondrous beauty of the earth,\\nOr fail the healinor comfort of its sirth\\nOf field and flower, such as I know to-day.\\nMoving amidst the meadows green, or gay\\nWith violets sown or buds of kindred birth,\\nTo greet the May Come age or indigence.\\nBut keep me fresh with Nature, O ye skies\\nThat I may ever have one sure defence\\nBeyond the undoing of or tears or sighs\\nAnd like this swallow be with ravished sense\\nCasting flash-shadows as he past me flies.\\n15", "height": "3131", "width": "2148", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0019.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "TO THE MASTER SHAKSPERE.\\nSelf-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Henry V.\\nFirst in the first of Arts, great Master I,\\nAll oflowiiis: from thv orlory-sheddino- verse,\\nMay not resist the promptings to rehearse\\nHow much and oft thy grace I magnify.\\nO, feeble praise I not meant with that to vie\\nWhich into being gifted thought may nurse,\\nOr culture s power the finished line or terse\\nBut only such as labor s child may try,\\nThough all heart-warm. Herein at least no rein\\nUpon my lips, nor fear of any frown\\nWhere love hath place in his triumphant train\\nI move secure, unchallenged as thine own\\nFor this thy magic one that ne er shall wane\\nOr peer or peasant may enjoy thy crown.\\nII\\nBard of the World I Lord of the Mind and Heart\\nWhose songs all fruit of human knowledge blend,\\nSorrow and Joy Beginning and the End,\\nAll destiny I How shall I speak in part\\nThe gratitude I owe thy gracious art,\\nWhat time with thee the speeding hours I spend,\\nFor laughter quickened or for tears which start!\\nSo shall he most thine own anointed be,\\nAnd hail the sweet deliverance of song,\\nSuch song as thine when Nature did thee greet,\\nWill he but own a kindred constancy\\nThis were to show thee love of all most strong\\nThis were perchance thine own rare Muse to meet.\\n16", "height": "3173", "width": "2102", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0020.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "ox A VASE OF FERNS.\\nWhat marvel here of shape and shade of fern\\n^Yliat charm hath Nature given them, what the hand\\nOf art that hath their crested grouj^ing planned I\\nFain would I let the fair bestower learn\\nHow fond a prize is hers who could discern\\nSo well my jaleasure, and would thus command\\nMy town-tired eyes, that I may happy stand\\nWhilst much-loved brook and brake again return.\\nMao-ical creatures Yet too sad it seems\\nTo steal you from those meditative shades\\nWhere dwelt ye nun-like with your dainty dreams\\nOn mossy bed, to where such life soon fades,\\nLike j)oet j)arted from his native streams\\nAnd woods and hills and flower-besprinkled glades.\\n17", "height": "3131", "width": "2148", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0021.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "AN EASTER MORN.\\nWITHIN AN OLD FANE.\\nLong centuries hath this sacred building borne\\nItself exempt from tempest or decay,\\nPast power of skill now doomed to wear away,\\nThus ever bringetli Time man s boast to scorn.\\nBut, all intact ever as vernal morn\\nWith freshness glowing ever as sure as day\\nThe spirit s altar bideth, pass what may\\nOr else, indeed, the heart^rent were forlorn.\\nYea, Trust holds strong whate er perturb life s stream\\nUnchecked the stej^s will to the rite repair\\nOf Him who wears the mystic crown supreme.\\nAnd bodes them fair, beyond all mortal share\\nLo see Him stand within Faith s fold of dream,\\nWith answering signal to one waiting there.\\n18", "height": "3173", "width": "2102", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0022.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "A DAY FROM CHURCH.\\na\\nCONSIDER THE LILIES\\nForgive me, friend, one day I take from thee,\\nI so sequestered from the smiling sky.\\nBound to the limits of my ledger dry,\\nHow may I shun the breezy, meadowy lea,\\nThe divination fond awaiting me\\nOf blade or bird Thou shalt not traitor cry,\\nNor count me one that would unthinking fly\\nA proper fold. But I this morn would be\\nWithout or friend or guide quiet, alone\\nSaving one Presence, whose enduring feet\\nWander where er the rural landscape shows,\\nSo catch, my soul, the uncontaminate tone\\nOf praise or prayer, this linnet s carol sweet,\\nThis silent ministry of the unfoldino- rose\\nPurple finch.\\n19", "height": "3131", "width": "2148", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0023.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "ON SONG.\\nYea, song is sweet, and in itself a pride,\\nThough bitter ofttimes tis to woo deaf ear,\\nOr run the gauntlet of a neighbor s sneer,\\nOr comes the bantling back of all denied\\nThe meed of love. Yet he who hath relied\\nOn fostering Muse will not for anj^ fear\\nForego her worship, but esteem her dear\\nAs life or aught, and trusting so, abide\\nNeglect or scorn. Save, O my heart, this care,\\nThat I may have of grace if but to win\\nOne soul from sorrow, or possess the power\\nTo keep it proof against the evil snare.\\nOr that which would assail sweet peace within\\nAy, this alone my song s sufficient dower\\nIT\\nOne thing to me more dear is e en than song,\\nTho it would seem to me of song begot,\\nMore than the artist-fancy, or the lot\\nTo be fame-crowned, tho I should go along\\nMy way unblest, to feel contumely s thong,\\nWith nothing writ but what myself would blot,\\nThe spectre of a thing to be forgot,\\nOr all that one may know of grief or wrong\\nAttend my Muse, oh rather let this be.\\nSo am I but exempt one single thrust\\nThat would accuse me of abandoned plan\\nTo walk the world of every shackle free,\\nFree from the beggar s tread, or any rust\\nOf soul or aught becoming not a man.\\n20", "height": "3173", "width": "2102", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0024.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "THE REJOINDER.\\nYE who see the poet ever vain,\\nHis chief intent upon a jingling sound\\nThat shall to his own sj^ecial praise redound,\\nBellman of his own heart, recounting plain\\nWhat others shrink to say, a varying strain,\\nYet ever with the same pursuing found,\\nOh, hear me that your sneers do less abound\\n1 would for one with laurelled singers reign.\\nIf so I might Yet am I ample proof\\nThis midnight hour attest me to sit here\\nUnmindful of aught else of mine own fate\\nThat men approve me or they keep aloof\\nAwait me fortune or be penury near\\nSo may I have these crumbs from Art s choice plate.\\n21", "height": "3131", "width": "2148", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0025.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "THE OLD TRAIL.\\nWithin the precincts of this fence remains\\nThe one faint vestige of the ancient trail,\\nDim-seen beneath the blue-stem s reedy veil\\nLonely it lies, a prisoner close in chains,\\nNo more with part upon the savage plains,\\nA guide and succorer of each pilgrim pale\\nThat courts the heights and shuns the timbered dale\\nNow yoked to scene of home and ripening grains\\nIts use is o er yet while these ruts are viewed\\nNot even the clanking of the school-house bell,\\nNor screech of engine, may undo the spell\\nOf caravans that break the solitude,\\nAnd wolves and Indians skulking after prey\\nWhen come the shadows with the close of day.\\nA species of prairie grass.", "height": "3173", "width": "2102", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0026.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "A FISHER GIRL.\\nOn Calais shore one breezy morning spent\\nI saw a charming fisher-maiden stride\\nAcross a runlet of the backing tide,\\nBare-legged, bare-armed, in smiling radiance bent-\\nMocking the wind s rude gambols as she went\\nOn townward progress from the vessel s side,\\nBearing aloft her load in simple pride.\\nUndreaming she the spell her presence lent.\\nPink as the sea-shell strewn along the way.\\nFresh as the sea-flakes tossed upon the cheek,\\nShe was a challenge to the world s pretence.\\nCrowned with the best of those whose given sway\\nAsks naught that trick or tinsel may bespeak.\\nGraced with the gifts of health and innocence.\\n23", "height": "3131", "width": "2148", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0027.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "THE PROFFERED PSALTER.\\nDivine Grace in the form of Beatrice.\\nNever so solaced and so served I stood,\\nSharing the psalter with that stranger maid,\\nMyself unknown, whose feet had feebly strayed,\\nPerchance to feel some spell of pious good\\nBreathed from the clerkly desk or quietude\\nWithin the temple s cool, subduing shade.\\nWhich vainly had my heart long hours essayed\\nTo greet elsewhere in answer to my mood.\\nPale Star of Calm So cam st thou at my need\\nLike that pure vision of the poet s theme.\\nThy gentle lineage and thy legend told\\nIn the sweet token of thy gracious deed,\\nTo lead me on toward the fuller dream.\\nSafe in the shelter of the enviable fold.\\n24", "height": "3173", "width": "2102", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0028.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "AT EVENING.\\nOnce more bequeathed the balm of evening rest,\\nCalm, cool, refreshful, as the sun goes down,\\nWhose smile (erstwhile withdrawn for wrack and frown\\nAnd muttered thunder) gilds each moistened crest\\nOf woodland green, the sire himself possesst\\nOf yonder mountain range, about him thrown\\nA splendor of rare tapestry, unknown\\nSave where tis woven in the magic West.\\nBrave gift is his who owns both sky and swale,\\nThey reck not of who keep the nether rung,\\nDrugged by the mists, theii- bondage fain must know.\\nBehold the moon hath burst upon the vale\\nAnd shades take flight great Jupiter hath hung\\nHis pilot lamp aloft for worlds below.\\n25", "height": "3131", "width": "2148", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0029.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "THE SONGS THAT SING THEMSELVES\\nOne time I deemed the Muse s service lay\\nIn chiselled line, or phrase of courtly tone,\\nAnd still I would some lustre were mine own,\\nOr Attic worth, whence Milton hath his sway\\nOr Shelley charms but I must native stay,\\nThough I should carol for myself alone,\\nAs one for little reason to be known,\\nAwaiting what may chance a later day\\nContent meanwhile for mine own ease at least\\nTo feel the grace of song tho lightly writ,\\nWon of the dawn or of the twilight rest,\\nSome simple words sufficing for a feast.\\nWhen the full heart with fervor pure is lit,\\nFor surely songs that sing themselves are blest!\\n26", "height": "3173", "width": "2102", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0030.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "TO THE EAST WIND IN SUMMER.\\nFamiliar Spirit, air of the salty East\\nThat hath so oft aroused my discontent,\\nMy thoughts on wanderings from thee ever bent\\nThro the late lingering season, loved the least\\nOf all thy tribe that serveth man and beast,\\nIs this indeed thyself that now art sent\\nA friend to us in feverish city pent,\\nLifting our spirits, liberal as a feast\\nOh, I for this will bear thee much in mind\\nAnd when again thou tak st thy wintry throne,\\nTo have the world thy keen-edged sword bemoan,\\nAnd vent its rage that thou art all unkind,\\nI will proclaim another thing for thee.\\nThe boon these sultry days thou wert to me.\\n27", "height": "3131", "width": "2148", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0031.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "IN A SANCTUARY OF THE BIRDS.\\nInto this boscage it were well who went\\nTo pass in gentle wise, with no rude tread\\nOr sound intemperate for gently bred\\nThe holders of the fief, wont to resent\\nThe clownish presence, or the idler bent\\nOn ruthless pastime but if love have led,\\nAnd quiet heart, the token will be spread,\\nAnd Welcome give its grace the sacrament.\\nThen will be learned the littleness of Art\\n(Nathless doth Art a good ofttimes bestow)\\nWhile something of herself she doth disclose\\nChief Muse of all her verity impart\\nWhere brook and song and soul have common flow\\nIn that fine key she owneth of repose.", "height": "3173", "width": "2102", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0032.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "LATE IN JULY.\\nA FERVID face it was the sun did wear,\\nTill shielded by the slanting, shimmering veil\\nOf clouds irriguous, bred of the gale,\\nBearing a gift benign tho roll and glare\\nJove s dread artillery pellucid, fair,\\nLike to a primrose now the evening pale,\\nOr her of Eden with the conscious tale\\nOf beauty s queenliness pure as the air.\\nThe peeping stars admonish day is spent.\\nAnd prompt the pathway downward from the hill\\nA faint waft cometh of witch-hazel scent,*\\n(Ah me, remembrance puissant with me still\\nWhile one faint strain for one sole listener meant\\nThe brave song-sparrow s fain all void would fill.\\nThis proceeding from the stem, the blossom appearing much later.", "height": "3131", "width": "2148", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0033.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "THE CLIMB.\\nThings won are done joy s soul lies in the doing.\\nTboilus and Ckessida.\\nUp, up the path we toiled, intent to make\\nThe crest where sate our hope, a sunlit height\\nFrom lands below a dome of heavenly light,\\nRoofing the dusky sides of wood and brake\\nOn, on we trudged nor yet averse to take\\nThe steps aside, won by the woodcock s flight.\\nThe yellow blooms that come in Summer s wake,\\nTill high we paused, so stood the one of old\\nOn Pisgah s top, beholding beautified\\nThe fertile landscape with its fruitful crown.\\nThe promise of the future lot foretold\\nIn all save this our dream quite verified.\\nThe looking up charmed more than looking down.", "height": "3173", "width": "2102", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0034.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "MONADNOCK IN AUTUMN.\\nBy low-walled fields the way familiar lies,\\nTwixt yellowing elms chief grace of road and lane\\nAnd formal maples, crimson-cheeked again,\\nAnd mantling ivies tinged with Tyrian dyes,\\nAnd pomp of golden blooms, till on the rise\\nFound fair the seat below, the village plain\\nUplifted white the spire with burnished vane.\\nDark pines around above, the dreaming skies\\nSweet Solitude remote from noise and crowd\\nHeard but the tmkling cow-bell, or the creak\\nOf the lone cricket far, in a shroud\\nOf purple swathed the rounded hills lie meek,\\nOne looming up pyramidal, the proud\\nMonadnock, and sits glory on his peak.\\n31", "height": "3131", "width": "2148", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0035.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "OVERLOOKING THE CHARLES; OR A\\nLEAVE-TAKING.\\nThe river mist is rising from below,\\nAiid soon will vanish all the vale s delight\\nFrom our fair vantage ground will pass the sight\\nOf meadow stretches nearer maize fields go\\nThe bordering barberries with their jewels grow\\nAmorphous, caught in the common plight,\\nAt one with her whom to the lower night\\nPluto hath haled, to taste her draught of woe.\\nFain would the moonlight s incantation sweet\\nThe temper move to feed on fancies gay\\nBut list the boding owl from his retreat\\nDoth bid the errant spirit sober stay\\nWhile sounds with flutterings that bespeak her feet\\nThe wierd, sad strain of Autumn on the way.\\n32", "height": "3173", "width": "2102", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0036.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3131", "width": "2148", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0037.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3173", "width": "2102", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0038.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3131", "width": "2148", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0039.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS\\n015 973\\n323 3", "height": "3173", "width": "2102", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0040.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "noo", "height": "3131", "width": "2148", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0041.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0096\u00a0\u00e2\u0096\u00a0Sill", "height": "3173", "width": "2102", "jp2-path": "greensyellows00guer_0042.jp2"}}