{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3246", "width": "2123", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "^jS Hm\\n:W^VV1\\n^\\\\-/VVWi\\n^M^g^;^^f;\\n^y\\nfMM\\n^Cl^i\\niftt juy of Cflangve^\\nffaf kl.^\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.\\nV ;^i,V-/\\n,W^^^,\\n\u00c2\u00ab^y^^^\u00c2\u00ab^i^v^vj\\nwnuuvi\\nyyw^vv^wysyiijta", "height": "3199", "width": "1988", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "j^m^M\\niC/oyw\\nmmj^\\n^^m^r^\\n(VUVUHH!\\nm^g\\na^esda^^^^^nuyuuws\\nmmmmmkjM\\nurmF j\\ni^iJ\\nmm\\nmmmmm\\n;UyW^v\\n^OC^^yfe\\nw^w\\n^v^^t^^^^vyygyu^^\\nmm,\\nwwmmm\\nHSg\u00c2\u00abWSUWWW, ^S^aM^aB\\n*\u00c2\u00ab*\u00c2\u00ab^^S\u00c2\u00bbBSii^\u00c2\u00a7^\u00c2\u00ab\u00c2\u00abS\\nl^OjJb", "height": "3199", "width": "1988", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "ORTA-UNDIS,\\nOTHER POEMS\\njc/m. legare\\nBOSTON:\\nWILLIAM D. TICKNOR COMPANY\\nM DCCC XLVIII.\\nV-^^aaI-", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "-p.\\niiisq\\n.biH\\nEntered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1847,\\nBy William D. Ticknor and Company,\\nin the Clerk s Office of tlie District Court of the District of Miis^-achusctts.\\nBOSTON\\nTHURSTON, TORRY AND COMPANY,\\n31 Devonshire Street.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "POEMS", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nPAGE\\nTHE REAPER 1\\nTO MY VERY DEAR SISTER 3\\nGEORGIANA 5\\nAMY 8\\nTO A LILY 10\\nQU.E CARIOR 12\\nGEORGIA 15\\nHAW BLOSSOMS 18\\nAHAB MAHOMMED 22\\nQUiE PULCHRIOR 25\\nWOMAN OF CANAAN 30\\nORNITHOLOGOI 33\\nA PARABLE 50\\nTO ALCINA 53\\nTOCCOA 55\\nTALLULAH 69", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "via\\nCONTENTS.\\nON THE DEATH OF A Kl\\nTO ANNE\\nTHE TWO GIVERS\\nWHY SHE LOVES ME\\nTHE WELCOME RAIN\\nLOQUITUR DIANA\\nTHE RISING OF THE RIVER\\nA WRECK\\nTHE BOOK OF NATURE\\nFLOWERS IN ASHES\\nA MAY MORN\\nlove s HERALDRY\\nLAST GIFT\\nORTA-UNDIS\\nPAGE\\n63\\n65\\n69\\n73\\n76\\n79\\n82\\n85\\n86\\n90\\n93\\n97\\n99\\n101", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "TO HER\\nWHOSE VIRTUES AND EARNEST AFFECTION ARE THE PRIDE AND\\nHAPPINESS OF MY LIFE\\nTO THE -SWEETEST ROSE OE GEORGIA/\\nI DEDICATK THIS LITTLE VOLUME.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "POEMS\\nTHE REAPER.\\nHow still Earth lies! behind the pines\\nThe summer clouds sink slowly down.\\nThe sunset gilds the higher hills\\nAnd distant steeples of the town.\\nRefreshed and moist the meadow spreads,\\nBirds sing from out the dripping leaves,\\nAnd standing in the breast-high corn\\nI see the farmer bind his sheaves.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "THE REAPER.\\nIt was when on the fallow fields\\nThe heavy frosts of winter lay,\\nA rustic with unsparing hand\\nStrewed seed along the furrowed way.\\nAnd I too, walking through the waste\\nAnd wintry hours of the past,\\nHave in the furrows made by griefs\\nThe seeds of future harvests cast.\\nRewarded well, if when the world\\nGrows dimmer in the ebbing light,\\nAnd all the valley lies in shade,\\nBut sunset glimmers on the height.\\nDown in the meadows of the heart\\nThe birds sing out a last refrain.\\nAnd ready garnered for the mart\\nI see the ripe and golden grain.\\n1847.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "TO MY VERY DEAR SISTER.\\nNo need is there of being wise\\nTo read the love within thine eyes\\nThy love thou canst not all disguise.\\nThy hair is brown, thy eyes are gray,\\nAnd many tender things they say\\n(Sweet eyes, thus speak to me alway\\nThy forehead white beneath its veins\\nSoft throbbing, secret wealth contains,\\nFair fruit of fertilizing rains.\\nFor often, lying in the shade,\\nThy tresses loosened from their braid.\\nAn open book before thee laid,", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "TO MY VERY DEAR SISTER.\\nThou readest many wondrous things\\nThat give unto thy spirit wings\\nAnd dreamy old imaginings.\\nBut more than tress or witching eyes,\\nOr all that therein hidden lies,\\nThy love I infinitely prize.\\nThy love is like a joyous rill\\nThat rippling down life s rugged hill,\\nThe crevices with gold-dust fill.\\nLet others covet gold for me.\\nIn thy great love great wealth I see.\\nNor more endowed I care to be.\\n1846.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "GEORGIANA\\nA MOTHER sits beside her child\\nWith lips God only knows when smiled,\\nAnd eyes with watching weary,\\nHer bosom grieving, throbbing, aching.\\nAs one from hideous dreams awaking.\\nThroughout that darkness dreary.\\nShe hears the night-bird from the wood\\nMourn: in his sable feather hood.\\nShe hears her own heart beating.\\nThe dull watch ticking gainst the wall,\\nThe leaves that rustle as they fall\\nAcross the window fleeting.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "GEORGIANA.\\nThe shadows waving to and fro,\\nAcross the bedclothes noiseless go,\\nAcross the face of Death.\\nThe bloodless cheeks their life regain,\\nAnd part the pallid lips again,\\nYet part without a breath.\\nThe golden locks, the waveless breast,\\nThe silken lashes soft that rest\\nUpon the marble face\\nAll that was pure, beloved, and bright,\\nAll that is chill and clothed in night,\\nSleeps in the shroud s embrace.\\nNot swiftly spent, but day by day\\nThis mother noted pass away\\nThe life with anguish sore.\\nA sea retreating wave by wave.\\nThat ebbing left to view the grave\\nDeep yawning in the shore.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "GEORGIANA.\\nOh Niobe. who thus dost mourn\\nA daughter from thy bosom torn,\\nOh plaining heart, be dumb.\\ntu qui cuncta scis et vales,\\nQui nos pacis hic mortales\\nJesu da solatium.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "AMY\\nThis is the pathway where she walked,\\nThe tender grass pressed by her feet.\\nThe laurel boughs laced overliead,\\nShut out the noonday heat.\\nThe sunshine gladly stole between\\nThe softly undulating limbs.\\nFrom every blade and leaf arose\\nThe myriad insect hymns.\\nA brook ran murmuring beneath\\nThe grateful twilight of the trees,\\nWhere from the dripping pebbles swelled\\nA beech s mossy knees.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "AMY.\\nAnd there her robe of spotless white,\\n(Pure white such purity beseemed!)\\nHer angel face and tresses bright\\nWithin the basin gleamed.\\nThe coy sweetbriers half detained\\nHer light hem as we moved along\\nTo hear the music of her voice\\nThe mockbird hushed his song.\\nBut now her little feet are still,\\nHer lips the Everlasting seal\\nThe hideous secrets of the grave\\nThe weeping eyes reveal.\\nThe path still winds, the brook descends,\\nThe skies are bright as then they were.\\nMy Amy is the only leaf\\nIn all that forest sear.\\n1845.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "TO A LILY.\\nGo bow thy head in gentle spite.\\nThou lily white.\\nFor she who spies thee waving here,\\nWith thee in beauty can compare\\nAs day with night.\\nSoft are thy leaves and white Her arms\\nBoast whiter charms.\\nThy stem prone bent with loveliness\\nOf maiden grace possesseth less\\nTherein she charms.\\nThou in thy lake dost see\\nThyself: So she\\nBeholds her image in her eyes\\nReflected. Thus did Venus rise\\nFrom out the sea.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "TO A LILY.\\n1 ncoiisolate, bloom not again\\nThou rival vain\\nOf her whose charms have thine outdone\\nWhose purity might spot the sun,\\nAnd make thy leaf a stain.\\n1845.\\nII", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "aVM CARIOR?\\nBehold, nor lands nor gold have I,\\nYet great my riches are\\nMy treasure stands without a guard,\\nMy door without a bar.\\nYe who would wealthy live and die.\\nGo seek a love like this\\nq,uis pudor desiderio\\nTam cari capitis\\nThe eyes, the locks, the lips, the smile,\\nNot these my love retain.\\nA Venus trusting in her charms\\nAssails my breast in vain.\\nQuis desiderio sit pudor aut modus\\nTam cari capitis Horat.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "QUiG CARIOR 1 13\\nThe soul serene that taper-like\\nBurns quietly within\\nThe gentle kindliness of heart\\nAnd purity from sin.\\nThe blood that flushes in her cheek,\\nFlows in my every vein\\nThe good old blood of ancient times\\nWithout reproach or stain\\nRicrht loth am I to own our Sires,\\nStout Huguenots of yore,\\nFrom Anjou, Maine, or Languedoc,\\nSo bright a jewel bore.\\nI love her arm to lean on mine\\nTo guide her steps aright\\nI love her eyes to speak to me\\nAffection pure and bright.\\nAnd proud within my heart am I\\nThat, come what may, the arm\\nOn which she rests is strong enough\\nTo shelter her from harm.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "14\\nQ.UJE CARIOR f\\nShe tells me all her little joys,\\nHer troubles and her fears,\\nI smile with her, I share her grief,\\nI kiss away her tears.\\nAnd thus we journey hand in hand\\nAlong this path of ours\\nThe thorns we crush beneath our feet,\\nOur bosoms hold the flow^ers.\\n1844.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "GEORGIx\\\\\\nThou, like a dove, dost make thy moan,\\nAlthough thou utterest no tone,\\nNor pleadest with thy voice alone.\\nThe pallid brow beneath thy hair,\\nThy gentle uncomplaining air.\\nMake captives of us unaware.\\nWhy art thou armed otherwise\\nThan Nature made thee, since thine eyes\\nAn host within themselves comprise\\nThe axe may do a king s behest,\\nKeen lances pierce the stubborn breast,\\nThv eves they rob us of our rest", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "16 GEORGIA.\\nAh, weary eyes with watching sore,\\nAnd suffering, that evermore\\nLook back, afraid to look before\\nAnd thou who on thy bed forlorn.\\nIn pain, hast often watched the dawn,\\nSad sighing will it ne er be morn 1\\nTake heart I see thee blooming grow\\nAs erst, where balmy zephyrs blow,\\nAnd blue waves ripple to and fro.\\nAnd like that sea, a tide will wake\\nIn thy young heart, no more to make\\nThe truant blood thy cheek forsake.\\nNo longer wilt thou drooping stand,\\nWith thy poor, pale, blue-veined hand,\\n(The costliest gift in all the land", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "GEORGIA. 17\\nSun warmed thy cheek will grow, and brown.\\nHealth will become thee as a crown,\\nAnd light will smile where night did frown.\\nAnd thou shalt clearly then perceive\\nThat God did only make thee grieve\\nMore elevated fiiith to leave.\\nAs costly diamonds in their lees,\\nWashed from beneath the roots of trees\\nBy torrents, find the Bengalese.\\n1845.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "HAW-BLOSSOMS.\\nWhile yesterevening, through the vale\\nDescending from my cottage door\\nI strayed, how cool and fresh a look\\nAll nature wore.\\nThe calmi as and golden-rods,\\nAnd tender blossoms of the haw.\\nLike maidens seated in the wood,\\nDemure, I saw.\\nThe recent drops upon their leaves\\nShone brighter than the bluest eyes\\nAnd filled the little sheltered dell\\nTheir fragrant sighs.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "HAW-BLOSSOMS. 19\\nTheir pli.int arms they interlaced,\\nAs pleasant canopies they were\\nTheir blossoms swung against my cheek\\nLike braids of hair.\\nAnd when I put their boughs aside\\nAnd stooped to pass, from overhead\\nThe little agitated things\\nA shower shed\\nOf tears. Then thoughtfully I spoke\\nWell represent ye maidenhood,\\nSweet flowers. Life is to the young\\nA shady wood.\\nAnd therein some like golden-rods.\\nFor grosser purposes designed,\\nA gay existence lead, but leave\\nNo serm behind.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "20 HAW-BLOSSOMS.\\nAnd others like the calmias,\\nOn cliff-sides inaccessible,\\nBloom paramount, the vale with sweets\\nYet never fill.\\nBat underneath the glossy leaves,\\nWhen, working out the perfect law,\\nThe blossoms white and fragrant still\\nDrop from the haw\\nLike worthy deeds in silence wrought\\nAnd secret, through the lapse of years,\\nIn clusters pale and delicate\\nThe fruit appears.\\nIn clusters pale and delicate\\nBut waxing heavier each day,\\nUntil the many-colored leaves\\nDrift from the spray.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "HAW-BLOSSOMS. 21\\nThen pendulous, like amethysts\\nAnd rubies, purple ripe and red,\\nWherewith God s feathered pensioners\\nIn flocks are fed.\\nTherefore, sweet reader of this rhyme,\\nBe unto thee examples high\\nNot calmi as and golden-rods\\nThat scentless die\\nBut the meek blossoms of the haw.\\nThat fragrant are wherever wind\\nThe forest paths, and perishing\\nLeave fruits behind.\\n1846.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "AHAB-MAHOMMED.\\nA PEASANT Stood bcfore a king and said\\nMy children starve, I come to thee for bread.\\nOn cushions soft and silken sat enthroned\\nThe king, and looked on him that prayed and moaned.\\nWho cried again for bread I come to thee.\\nFor grief, like wine, the tongue will render free.\\nThen said the prince with simple truth Behold\\nI sit on cushions silken-soft, of gold\\nAnd wrought with skill the vessels which they bring\\nTo fitly grace the banquet of a king.\\nBut at my gate the Mede triumphant beats,\\nAnd die for food my people in the streets.\\nYet no good father hears his child complain\\nAnd gives him stones for bread, for alms disdain.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "AHAB-MAHOMMED. 23\\nCome, thou and I will sup together come.\\nThe wondering courtiers saw saw, and were dumb\\nThen followed with their eyes where Ahab led\\nWith grace the humble guest, amazed, to share his\\nbread.\\nHim half abashed the royal host withdrew\\nInto a room, the curtained doorway through.\\nSilent behind the folds of purple closed,\\nIn marble life the statues stood disposed\\nFrom the high ceiling, perfume breathing, hung\\nLamps rich, pomegranate-shaped, and golden-swung.\\nGorgeous the board with massive metal shone,\\nGorgeous with gems arose in front a throne\\nThese through the Orient lattice saw the sun.\\nIf gold there was, of meat and bread was none\\nSave one small loaf; this stretched his hand and took\\nAhab Mahommed, prayed to God, and broke\\nOne half his yearning nature bid him crave,\\nThe other gladly to his guest he gave.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "24 AHAB-MAHOMMED.\\nI have no more to give he cheerly said\\nWith thee I share my only loaf of bread.\\nHumbly the stranger took the offered crumb\\nYet ate not of it, standing meek and dumb\\nThen lifts his eyes, the wondering Ahab saw\\nHis rags fall from him as the snow in thaw.\\nResplendent, blue, those orbs upon him turned\\nAll Ahab s soul within him throbbed and burned.\\nAhab Maiiommed, spoke the vision then\\nFrom this thou shalt be blessed among men.\\nGo forth thy gates the Mede bewildered flees,\\nAnd Allah thank thy people on their knees.\\nHe who gives somewhat does a worthy deed,\\nOf him the recording angel shall take heed.\\nBut he that halves all that his house doth hold,\\nHis deeds are more to God, yea more than finest gold.\\n1846.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "aU.E PULCHRIOR?\\nI woo thee, thou bright One,\\nWith soul and with song.\\nThy praise from my bosom\\nFlows fervid and strong.\\nI ll teach thee the love\\nThat Euridyce knew,\\nWhen the passionate hand\\nOf her Orpheus drew\\nSweet words from his lyre.\\nI seek not, (as Danae\\nJove conquered of old,)\\nTo dazzle thy vision\\nWith showers of gold.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "26 QU^ PULCIIRIOR\\nNo jewels I bring thee,\\nNo titled renown.\\nBut the lover has hope,\\nAnd the poet a crown\\nFor the queen of his bosom.\\nThe blue veined temples\\nThy soft tresses bind\\nThy knowledge, thy genius.\\nThy carcanet mind\\nThy gentlest of voices,\\nThy sunshiny smile.\\nThy silken lashed eye-lids,\\nThy lips without guile,\\nIf e er such were created.\\nThy white glancing shoulders,\\nThy ivory arms\\nWhat pencil can paint thee.\\nWhat lip chaunt thy charms\\nSuperb as a Queen is.\\nYet gentle and kind.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "27\\nWhere sunny-eyed beauty,\\nThy mate can I find?\\n(In thy heart s depth, you murmur.)\\nThy soul as a lake is.\\nDeep, waveless, and pure.\\nThy heart as an ocean\\nThat meeteth no shore.\\nThou, child of Minerva,\\nA Venus doth stand.\\nWhat gift shall I bring thee\\nTo kiss the white hand\\nLying passive in mine 1\\nThou knowest, no longer,\\nWith lance lain in rest,\\nThe chosen one doeth\\nHis charmer s behest.\\nNo longer, tall nodding.\\nHis love-lifted plume,\\nFloats fleet as a meteor\\nThrough battle and gloom.\\nIn the front of the tempest.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "28 QL^E PULCIIRIOR 1\\nLo, spacious and wide\\nAre the lists of the world,\\nThough corslet be rusted,\\nAnd battle-flag furled\\nAs matchless the glances\\nOf beauty as proud\\nThe chaplet the voice\\nOf the clarion as loud.\\nAs at Bayard s command.\\nWe earn not these laurels\\nThrough rage and turmoil\\nNo blood-stain the wreath\\nOf the scholar doth soil\\nNo tear of the anguished\\nCan blister that leaf\\nWhose winning hath cost not\\nOne doating heart grief.\\nThrough the breadth of the land.\\nOh, far, far more radiant\\nOlympia s crown.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "QU^ PULCHRIOR? 29\\nThan Rome s haughty purple\\nOr Sylla s renown.\\nThou beautiful, glorious\\nI loveless and plain\\nWhat can I what must I,\\nThy love to obtain,\\nWith a hope that is dearer\\nI steer on an ocean\\nBroad, stormy and wild,\\nWith heart of a giant.\\nWith arm of a child.\\nMy heaven s vast blackness\\nDoth hold but one star.\\nI w^orship I woo thee,\\nBright maid, from afar.\\nSaidest thou, come then nearer\\n1844.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "WOMAN OF CANAAN.\\nOnce there came a woman weeping,\\nWeeping to the Savior s feet,\\nShe had left her daughter sleeping\\nGrievously consumed by heat.\\nThrough the crowd the troubled mother\\nStriving anxiously to see,\\nCried unto the wondrous stranger\\nXoiorog, iXttjoor iis.\\nWhen she saw the Lord had passed her\\nHeeding not, she worshipped near,\\nSaying Heal her, gentle Master\\nSaying Holy Master, hear.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "WOMAN OF CANAAN. 31\\nLooking on her, Jesus answered\\nThink you it is meet to give\\nUnto dogs the bread of children,\\nBread whereby the children live?\\nBut this woman full of sorrow,\\nFull of ivoman s hope and love.\\nTrusting earnestly, did borrow\\nWisdom from a source above.\\nTruth, she meekly answered. Master,\\nYet they have their own award\\nFor the dogs are fed with fragments\\nFrom the table of their Lord.\\nMarvelled much our Lord s disciples,\\nSuch exalted faith to find\\nIn the kneeling Canaanitess.\\nUnto her no longer blind.\\nThen said Jesus As thou wiliest\\nBe it to thee even now.\\nRise and go unto thy daughter\\n31fyu?.tj nloTig oov.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "32 WOMAN OF CANAAN.\\nQuick she rose and went rejoicing,\\nWent rejoicing on her way\\nFlew unto the little chamber\\nWhere her child had lain the day.\\nPale and heavy-eyed no longer,\\nHealed and beauteous to see,\\nCame the maiden to the mother,\\nSobbing; a ooi, Kr{ is.\\nHappy in the dread hereafter,\\nThreefold happy wilt thou be,\\nSeeing Christ compassionately,\\nMeek one, looking upon thee.\\nThen thy heart will beat with gladness,\\nSaying Blessedest art thou\\nUnto whom our Lord has spoken\\nJMiyuX}] i] nlorig aov.\\n1816.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "ORNITHOLOGOI.\\nThou, sitting on the hill-top bare,\\nDost see the far hills disappear\\nIn Autumn smoke, and all the air\\nFilled with bright leaves. Below thee spread\\nAre breast-high harvests, and the red\\nWide fallow fields while overhead\\nThe jays to one another call,\\nAnd through the stilly woods there fall\\nRipe nuts at intervals, where er\\nThe squirrel perched in upper air.\\nFrom tree-top barks at thee his fear\\nHis cunning eyes mistrustingly\\nDo spy at thee around the tree,\\nThen prompted by a sudden whim,\\nDown leaping on the quivering limb\\n3", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "34 ORNITHOLOGOI.\\nGains the smooth hickory, from whence\\nHe nimbly scours along the fence\\nTo secret haunts.\\nBut thou, where roar\\nThe pine woods in long corridor,\\nSonorously and evermore,\\nWhen through the budding shrubs descried\\nGreen slope the fields on every side\\nWhen jasmines and azalias fill\\nThe air with sweets, and down the hill\\nTurbid no more descends the rill,\\nThe wonder of thy hazel eyes\\nSoft opening on the misty skies,\\nDost smile within thyself to see\\nThings uncontained in, seemingly,\\nThe open book upon thy knee\\nAnd through the quiet woodlands hear\\nSounds full of mystery to ear\\nOf grosser mould bird-voices, deer\\nBleets, the innumerable cries", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "ORNITHOLOGOI. 35^\\nThat from the teeming world arise\\nWhich we, self-confidently wise,\\nPass by unheeding. Thou did st yearn\\nFrom thy weak babyhood to learn\\nArcana of creation turn\\nThy eyes on things intangible\\nTo mortals when the earth was still,\\nHear dreamy voices on the hill\\nIn wavy woods, that sent a thriJil\\nOf joyousness through thy young veins.\\nAh, happy thou, whose seeking gains\\nAll that thou lovest, man disdains\\nA sympathy in joys and pains\\nWith dwellers in the long green lanes.\\nWith wings that shady groves explore.\\nWith watchers at the torrent s roar,\\nAnd waders by the reedy shore.\\nFor Nature, through thy purity.\\nIs open as a book to thee.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "ORNITHOLOGOI.\\nCroak, croak. Who croaketh overhead\\nSo hoarsely, with his pinion spread\\nDabbled in blood and dripping red.\\nCroak, croak a raven s curse on him\\nThe giver of this shattered limb.\\nAlbeit young, (a hundred years,\\nWhen next the forest leaved appears!)\\nWill Duskywing behold this breast\\nShot-riddled, ^r divide my nest\\nWith wearer of so tattered vest\\nI see myself with wing awry\\nApproaching Duskywing will spy\\nMy altered air, and shun my eye.\\nWith laughter bursting, through the wood\\nThe birds will scream she s quite too good\\nFor thee. And yonder meddling Jay,\\nI hear him chatter all the day\\nHe s crippled, send the thief away.\\nAt every hop don t let him stay\\nI 11 catch thee yet, despite my wing.\\nFor all thy fine blue plumes thou It sing", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "ORNITIIOLOGOI. 87\\nAnother song Is t not enough\\nThe carrion in the swamp we snufF,\\nAnd gathering down upon the breeze,\\nRelease the valley from disease.\\nIf longing for more fresh a meal,\\nAround the tender flock we wheel,\\nA marksman doth some bush conceal.\\nThis very morn I heard an ewe\\nBleat in the thicket there I flew\\nWith lazy wing slow circling round.\\nUntil I spied unto the ground\\nA lamb by tangled briers bound.\\nThe ewe meanwhile from hillock-side\\nBleat to her young so loudly cried\\nShe heard it not when it replied.\\nHo, ho a feast I gan to croak,\\nAlighting straightway on an oak\\nWhence gloatingly I eyed aslant\\nThe little trembler lie and pant\\nLeaped nimbly thence upon its head\\nDown its white nostril bubbled red", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "ORNITIIOLOGOI.\\nA gush of blood. Ere life had fled\\nMy beak was buried in its eyes\\nTurned tearfully upon the skies,\\nStrong grew my voice and weak its cries\\nNo longer could st thou sit and hear\\nThis demon prate in open air\\nDeeds horrible to maiden ear.\\nBegone thou spokest. Overhead\\nThe startled fiend his pinion spread,\\nAnd croaking maledictions, fled.\\nBut hark who at some secret door\\nKnocks loud and knocketh evermore.\\nThou seest how around the tree.\\nWith scarlet head for hammer, he\\nProbes where the haunts of insects be.\\nThe worm in labyrinthian hole\\nBegins his sluggard length to roll\\nBut crafty Rufus spies the prey,\\nAnd with his mallet beats away\\nThe loose bark crumbling with decay.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "ORNITHOLOGOI.\\nThen chirping loud, with wing elate\\nHe bears the morsel to his mate.\\nHis mate, she sitteth on her nest.\\nIn sober feather garments dressed,\\nA matron underneath whose breast\\nThree little tender heads appear.\\nWith bills distent from ear to ear,\\nEach clamors for the larger share\\nAnd whilst they clamor, climb, and lo\\nUpon the margin to and fro.\\nUnsteady poised, one wavers slow.\\nStay, stay the parents anguished, shriek\\nToo late For venturesome yet weak.\\nHis frail legs falter under him,\\nHe falls, but from a lower limb\\nA moment dangles thence again\\nLaunched out upon the air in vain\\nHe spreads his little plumeless wing,\\nA poor blind, dizzy, helpless thing.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "40 ORNITHOLOGOI.\\nBut thou, who all did st see and hear,\\nYoung, active, wast already there\\nAnd caught the flutterer, in air.\\nThen up the tree to topmost limb,\\nA vine for ladder, borest him.\\nAgainst thy cheek his little heart\\nBeat soft. Ah, trembler that thou art\\nThou spokest smiling comfort thee.\\nWith joyous cries, the parents flee\\nThy presence none confidingly\\nPour out their earnest hearts to thee.\\nThe Mockbird sees thy tenderness\\nOf deed doth with melodiousness\\nIn many tongues thy praise express.\\nAnd all the while, his dappled wings\\nHe claps his sides with as he sings.\\nFrom perch to perch his body flings.\\nA poet he, to ecstasy\\nWrought by the sweets his tongue doth say.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "ORNITHOLOGOI.\\n41\\nWho shouts so loud? Hallo, hallo\\nWho in the pine-top to and fro\\nRocks gallantly Ha, brother Crow,\\nWhy cawest thou so loud, below\\nCaw caw Last spring good Roger came\\nAnd sowed his corn a tenth we claim.\\nLook you, I wear a satin hood\\nBlue-black and monkish, reason good\\nFor taking tithe of all we would\\nAccording to the good old law.\\nCaw caw quoth L I 11 stop your caw\\nduoth Roger Ever mortal saw\\nSuch a lean, lazy lizzard thing!\\nNo longer will I tatters bring\\nTo fright him off, his neck I 11 wring.\\nSince then has Roger soon and late.\\nWith rusty barrel lain in wait.\\nI m twice as old and thrice as wise\\nAs Roger, therefore while he lies,\\nI dio- his corn before his eyes.\\nThis morning Roger came once more.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "42 ORNITHOLOGOI.\\nAnd sowed a furrow as before.\\nHey muttered I Here s something stranj^e\\nThe seasons all ha made a change,\\nUnless a bad account I keep\\nThe fellow s certainly asleep,\\nHe sows in Autumn, when ill he reap\\nOff Roger goes A feast I cry,\\nA feast From every furrow nigh\\nThe brotherhood their pinions fly.\\nNow while we single grain from grain\\nRight busily, adown the lane\\nCreeps Roger stealthily again.\\nLook to yourselves! our sentries shriek.\\nWith wings grown wonderously weak\\nTo rise into mid air we seek\\nBut reeling back, some lie as dead,\\nWhile others with their pinions spread\\nFlap in the dust. Amid the din\\nOf cawing, Roger runneth in\\nIn either hand around he slings\\nAn anguished trunk with panting wings,", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "ORNITIIOLOGOI. 43\\nThen off the headless carcass flings.\\nI who had played the host, and fed\\nBut sparingly, in season fled\\nTo pine-top. Never farmer reaped\\nSo cursed crop in spirits steeped,\\nHis maize a hideous harvest yields,\\nA malediction on his fields.\\nNo green and waving blade appears,\\nIn place of sweet and golden ears,\\nBlood sopped fruit his furrow bears.\\nAlthough a crafty profligate,\\nThou heardest him his grief relate,\\nWith sympathy. Will man abate,\\n(Thou saidest), nevermore his hate\\nTo these, nor with the helpless share\\nThat which without diviner care\\nUnrecompense of labor were.\\nAh, let him give, but cheerfully\\nTo them that now so fearfully\\nFlit up, and from his presence flee.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "44 ORNITHOLOGOI.\\nAnd he will smiling harvests see\\nWhere indigence was wont to be.\\nFor God loves all, and does not give\\nLife only, but the means to live.\\nStay, stay what small wings flutter now\\nBeneath yon flowering alder bough 1\\nTherefrom a little plaintive voice,\\nThat did at early morn rejoice,\\nMakes a most sad yet sweet complaint,\\nSaying My heart is very faint\\nWith its unutterable wo.\\nWhat shall I do, where shall I go.\\nMy cruel anguish to abate\\nOh, my poor desolated mate\\nDear Cherry, will our hawbush seek\\nJoyful, and beaming in her beak\\nFresh seeds, and such like dainties won\\nBy patient search But they are gone\\nWhom she did brood and dote upon.\\nOh, if there be a mortal ear", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "ORNITHOLOGOI.\\n45\\nMy sorrowful complaint to hear\\nIf manly breast is ever stirred\\nBy wrong done to a helpless bird\\nTo them for quick redress I cry.\\nMoved by the prayer, and drawing nigh,\\nOn alder branch thou didst espy\\nHow sitting lonely and forlorn,\\nHis breast was pressed upon a thorn,\\nUnknowing that he leaned thereon.\\nThen bidding him take heart again.\\nThou rannest down into the lane\\nTo seek the doer of this wrong.\\nNor under hedgerow hunted long.\\nWhen, sturdy, rude and sun-embrowned,\\nA child thy earnest seeking found.\\nTo him in sweet and modest tone\\nThou madest straight thy errand known\\nWith gentle eloquence did st show\\n(Things erst he surely did not know,)\\nHow great an evil he had done\\nHow, when next year the mild May sun", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "46 ORNITHOLOGOl.\\nRenewed its warmth, this shady lane\\nNo timid birds would haunt again\\nAnd how around his mother s door\\nThe robins, yearly guests before\\nHe knew their names, would come no more.\\nBut if his prisoners he released\\nBefore their little bosoms ceased\\nTo palpitate, each coming year\\nWould find them gladly reappear\\nTo sing his praises everywhere,\\nThe sweetest, dearest songs to hear.\\nAnd afterwards, when came the term\\nOf ripened corn, the robber worm\\nWould hunt through every blade and turn,\\nImpatient thus his smile to earn.\\nAt first, flushed, angrily, and proud,\\nHe answered thee with laughter loud\\nAnd brief retort. But thou did st speak\\nSo mild, so earnestly did st seek\\nTo change his mood, in wonder first", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "ORNITIIOLOGOI.\\nHe eyed thee, then no longer durst\\nRaise his bold glances to thy face\\nBut looking down, began to trace,\\nWith little naked foot and hand,\\nThoughtful devices in the sand.\\nAnd when at last thou did st relate\\nThe sad affliction of the mate\\nWhen to the well known spot she came,\\nHe hung his head for very shame.\\nHis penitential tears to hide.\\nHis face averted, while he cried\\nHere take them all, I ve no more pride\\nIn climbing up to rob a nest\\nI ve better feelings in my breast.\\nThen thanking him with heart and eyes,\\nThou tookest from his grasp the prize,\\nAnd bid the little freedmen rise.\\nBut when thou sawest how too weak\\nTheir pinions were, the nest did seek,\\nAnd called thy client Down he flew\\n47", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "48 ORNITHOLOGOl.\\nInstant, and with him Cherry too.\\nAnd flitting after, not a few\\nOf the minuter feathered race\\nFilled with their chirpings all the place\\nFrom hedge and pendant branch and vine\\nRecounted still that deed of thine\\nStill sang thy praises o er and o er\\nGladly more heartily, be sure,\\nWere praises never sung before.\\nBeholding thee, they understand\\n(These Minnesingers of the land)\\nHow thou apart from all dost stand\\nFull of great love and tenderness\\nFor all God s creatures these express\\nThy hazel eyes. With life instinct\\nAll things that are, to thee are linked\\nBy subtle ties; and none so mean,\\nOr loathsome, hast thou ever seen,\\nBut wonderous in make hath been.\\nCompassionate, thou knowest none", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "ORNITIIOLOGOI. 49\\nOf insect tribes beneath the sun\\nThat thou can st set thy heel upon.\\nA sympathy thou hast with wings\\nIn groves, and with all living things.\\nUnmindful if they walk or crawl,\\nThe same arm shelters each and all,\\nThe shadow of the curse and fall\\nAlike impends. Ah, truly great,\\nWho strivest earnestly and late\\nA single atom to abate\\nOf helpless wo and misery.\\nFor very often thou dos t see\\nHow sadly and how helplessly\\nA pleading face looks up to thee.\\nTherefore it is, thou can st not choose\\nWith petty tyranny to abuse\\nThy higher gifts And justly fear\\nThe feeblest worm of earth or air\\nIn thy heart s judgment to condemn,\\nSince God made thee, and God made them.\\n1846.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "A PARABLE.\\nI LAY one night and saw a dream\\nThat thus, Irene appeared\\nI saw sit shivering by a stream\\nA maiden silken-haired.\\nHer tender arms dejectly crossed,\\nHer radiant head bent down\\nIn melancholy fancies lost,\\nHer eyelids sought the ground.\\nAll things in nature harmonize,\\nAnd sorrows joys enhance\\nWhy when the sunshine golden lies,\\nArt thou in mournful trance", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "A PARABLE.\\nWhy mournest thou I said, and took\\nHer hands within mine own.\\nAll calmness straight my soul forsook\\nWith tenderness o erflown.\\nBut lo, while thus the child apart\\nMy arms encircling held,\\nAnd pressed against my throbbing heart,\\nHer bosom throbbed and swelled\\nMy lifted eyes a mocking crowd\\nBeheld about us stand\\nWith well-bred air each phantom bowed,\\nAnd smiled behind his hand.\\nWhy smile ye. Sirs? I briefly cried\\nWhy come ye here at all?\\nFaith, spoke a Shade, thy bosom s pride\\nHath sat beside us all\\n51", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "52 A PARABLE.\\nWe, as you see us standing here,\\nIn turn have shared her heart.\\nA new Alcina charms thy ear,\\nAnd thou her Roland art.\\nNot long its fragrance keeps the rose\\nThat blooms to every gale.\\nFor her who broadcast love bestows,\\nMy heart is cased in mail.\\nThus spoke in courteous tones the Shade,\\nSarcastic smiled and turned.\\nWith blushes burning stood the maid\\nFor me, I no more burned\\nRead me this parable, Irene,\\nThat I may judge aright\\nIf visions such by day arc seen,\\nOr only haunt the night.\\n1846.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "TO ALCINA.\\nCease to move me, gentle Venus,\\nThou Minerva, spread between us\\nAll thy books That what is heinous\\nIn her treating,\\nI repeating\\nOnce for all, may then forget her.\\n(Banishment than hate is better.)\\nHow is this her eyes are tender,\\nSoftly smiles she, white and slender\\nAre her hands The Furies lend her\\nCharms. Enchanting\\nFlies she panting,\\nTo my bosom Taken, warmed,\\nShe is to an asp transformed", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "54 TO ALCIXA.\\nOut upon my childish dreaming,\\nOut upon the cheating seeming,\\nThat deceived me Crafty, gleaming,\\nSaw I never\\nHow for ever\\nIn her hand a blade was holden.\\nSheath whereof was silk and golden.\\nWell, despise me if thou choosest\\nNothing by thy hate thou losest.\\nHeart of mine alone refuseth\\nTo be chided,\\nTo be guided\\nInto hating where it perished.\\n(Better, loving, had it perished!)\\n1846.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "TOCCOA.*\\nCan I forget that happiest day,\\nThat happiest day of all the year,\\nWhen on the sloping rock I lay,\\nToccoa dripping near\\nThe lifted wonder of thy eyes\\nThe marvel of thy soul expressed.\\nAloft I saw serenest skies.\\nBelow, thy heaving breast.\\nToccoa and Tallulah, two falls in Upper Georgia. The Jirsi a\\nmere rivulet falling in seldom more than a shower of spray from the\\nedge of a lofty cliff into a lovely and secluded valley the last, an\\nimpetuous torrent, rnging down the gigantic granite steps at the head\\nof a barranca upwards of a thousand feel deep, and whose gloomy\\ngrandeur is most impressive when a black cloud closes the narrow\\naperture overhead, and the towering precipices on either hand\\nreverberate the deafening crash of the thunder.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "56 TOCCOA.\\nOn wings of mist, in robes of spray\\nLong trailed, and flowing wide and white,\\nAdown the mountain steep and gray\\nWe saw Toccoa glide.\\nHer garments sweeping through the vale,\\nBegan the whispering leaves to wake,\\nAnd wafted like a tiny sail\\nA leaf across the lake.\\nThe murmur of the falling shower\\nWhich did the solitude increase,\\nWe heard the cool and happy hour\\nFilled our young hearts with peace.\\nThou satest with a maiden grace,\\nThou sawest the rugged rocks and hoary,\\nAs with a half-uplifted face\\nThou listenedst to my story.\\nHow many of the banished race.\\nThose old red warriors of the bow,\\nHave slumbered in this shadowy place,\\nHave watched Toccoa flow.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "TOCCOA. 57\\nPerchance, where now we sit, they laid\\nTheir arms, and raised a boastful chaunt,\\nWhile through the gorgeous Autumn shade\\nThe sunshine shot aslant.\\nOne night, a hideous howling night,\\nThe black boughs swaying overhead,\\nThree painted Braves across the height\\nA false Pe-ro-kaii led.\\nBright were her glances, bright her smiles,\\nWonderous her waving length of hair,\\n(Ye who descend through slipj^ery wiles,\\nA maiden s eyes beware!)\\nThat saw these swarthy Cherokees\\nIn the deep darkness on the brink\\nThey saw a red fire through the trees.\\nThrough the tossed branches wave and wink\\nThey saw pale faces white and dreaming,\\nClutched their keen knives, and held their breath,\\nAll this was but a cheating seeming,\\nFor them, not for the phantoms death.\\nLit. Evil-child.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "58 TOCCOA.\\nSpoke then the temptress (maid, cr devil,)\\nLet the pale sleepers sleep no more\\nWhoop three good bounds on solid rock,\\nThen empty blackness for a floor.\\nYelled the fierce Braves with rage and fright,\\nWith fright their bristling war plumes rose\\nOn these down fluttering, did the night\\nHer jaws sepulchral close.\\nThese rocks tall-lifted, rent apart.\\nThis Indian legend old\\nTo thee, enchantress as thou art,\\nA warning truth unfold.\\nWho love, .iiid midnight dangers stand,\\nTo them false fires wink\\nAccursed be the evil hand\\nThat beckons to the brink.\\n1845.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "TALLULAH.\\nRecollect thou, in thunder\\nHow Tallulah spoke to thee,\\nWhen thy little face with wonder\\nLifted upwards, rocks asunder\\nRiven, shattered.\\nBlack and battered,\\nThou aloft didst see\\nDownward stalking through Tempesta,\\nDid a giant shape appear.\\nAll the waters leaping after\\nHound-like, with their thunder-laughter\\nShook the valley\\nTeocalli,\\nHill-top bleak and bare.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "60 TALLULAH.\\nVast and ponderous, of granite,\\nCloud enwrapt his features were.\\nIn his great calm eyes emotion\\nGlimmered none and like an ocean\\nBillowy, tangled,\\nFoam bespangled\\nBackward streamed his hair.\\nOn his brow like dandelions\\nNodded pines the solid floor\\nRocked and reeled beneath his treading,\\nBlack on high a tempest spreading.\\nPregnant, passive,\\nAs with massive\\nPortal, closed the corridor.\\nFrighted, sobbing, clinging to me\\nIn an agony of dread,\\nSawest thou this form tremendous\\nStriding down the steep stupendous\\nWith the torrent\\nNight abhorrent\\nClosing overhead.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "TALLULAH. 61\\nThen my heart dissembling courage,\\nThat thine own so hjudly beat.\\nComfort thee, I said, poor trembler\\nProvidence is no dissembler.\\nHigher power\\nGuards each flower\\nBlooming at thy feet.\\nFlushed and tearful from my bosom\\nThereat thou did st lift thy face.\\nBlue and wide thy eyes resplendent,\\nTurned upon the phantom pendent,\\nWhose huge shadow\\nOvershadowed\\nAll the gloomy place.\\nBack revolving into granite,\\nFoam and fall and nodding pine,\\nSank the phantom. Slantwise driven\\nThrough the storm-cloud rent and riven.\\nSunshine glittered\\nAnd there twittered\\nBirds in every vine", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "6 3 TALLULAH.\\nThen sonorous from the chasm\\nPealed a voice distinct and loud\\nInnocence and God-reliance\\nSet all evil at defiance.\\nMaiden, by these,\\n(As by snow, trees,)\\nEvil heads are bowed.\\n1845.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "ON THE DEATH OF A KINSMAN.^\\nI SEE an Eagle winging to the sun\\nWho sayeth him nay\\nHe glanceth down from where his wing hath won\\nHis heart is stout, his flight is scarce begun,\\nOh hopes of clay\\nSaw he not how upon the cord was lain\\nA keen swift shaft\\nHow Death wrought out in every throbbing vein,\\nIn every after agony of pain,\\nHis bitter craft\\nHon. Hugh S. Legav6.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "64 ON THE DEATH OF A KINSMAN.\\nLike old Demetrius, the sun had he\\nBeheld so long,\\nNow things of earth no longer could he see,\\nAnd in his ear sang Immortality\\nA pleasant song.\\nIcarus like, he fell when warm and near\\nThe sunshine smiled\\nHe rose strong-pinioned in his high career\\nThy dust remains^ thy glorious spirit where,\\nMinerva^ s child 7\\nTherefore him Fame had written fair and high\\nUpon her scroll,\\nWho fell like sudden meteor from the sky.\\nWho strenuous to win at last did die\\nE en at the goal.\\nJune 21st, 1813.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "TO ANNE.\\nDisconsolate and ill at ease\\nThe heart that is, a future sees\\nAffording nought to cheer or please.\\nBut she that owns a quiet mind\\nTo good or evil fate resigned,\\nNo great unhappiness can find\\nIn any lot. A child in years,\\nAlready have maturer cares\\nOppressed thee, and thy eyes to tears\\nNo strangers are. Fair, fresh, and young,\\nThrice bitterly thy heart was wrung.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "66 TO ANNE.\\nFor what had they to do with thee,\\nIn thy spring days, despondency,\\nOr any woful mysteries\\nYet when thy eyes were no more blind\\nWith weeping, self-possessed, resigned,\\nPreeminent arose thy mind.\\nAnd resolute in doing well.\\nDidst henceforth teach thy breast to swell\\nWith nought that maiden will could quell.\\nThou sawest how man breathes a day\\nBefore re-mingling with his clay\\nHow feeble in Almighty ken\\nThe most omnipotent of men\\nAppears And how the longest life\\nIs one short struggle in the strife\\nThat rocks the world from age to age.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "TO ANNE. 67\\nWhat worthy hand may write the page\\nWhose Alexandrine words unbind\\nThy upwardly directed mind\\nOne beat triumphant of the wings,\\nAnd dust no more about thee clings,\\nAnd all the galaxy of things\\nIntangible and vast, expand,\\nSo that thou mayest safely stand\\nOn hitherto a quaking sand.\\nYet must this excellence be wrought\\nNot by companionship with thought\\nAlone By tracing down the stream\\nOf life, the glitter of a dream\\nBy repetition vain of creeds\\nNo, it is by thy deeds thy deeds,\\nThe flowers will o ertop the weeds", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "68 TO ANNE.\\nIn thy God s-garden. Cheerfully\\nDo that allotted is to thee,\\nAnd fashion out thy destiny;\\nSo that the tomb-doors may not be\\nDreaded and dark, but ope to thee\\nA heaven far as thou can st see.\\n1846.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "THE TWO GIVERS.\\nEvery morning, every morrow,\\nWhen at noon I cross the river,\\nThee I thank right heartily\\nThat thou art so kind a giver.\\nThere it is, we nightly linger,\\nGazing down into the stream\\nIt is like a nightly vision,\\nIt is like a pleasant dream.\\nFor we see, in silence standing\\nWith thy fingers locked in mine,\\nIn the waters darkly flowing\\nAll the greater planets shine.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "70 THE TWO GIVERS.\\nFrom the bridge and from the barges\\nOn the river, redder lights\\nGleam Beyond the sleeping village\\nOthers show along the heights.\\nAll the city lies behind us,\\nLike a hive with busy cells\\nAnd it warns how time is flying,\\nBy the chiming of its bells.\\nAll the city lies behind us,\\nAnd the toil of human hands\\nBut the better God-creation\\nVisible before us stands.\\nWhen Diana dimly rising\\nThrough the openwork of trees,\\nOn the cliff-sides, on the steeples\\nTravels down by slow degrees", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "THE TWO GIVERS. 71\\nSilently the pallid splendor,\\nTill behind our shadows stream,\\nLike the shapes uncouth and dismal\\nWe encounter in a dream.\\nThen the cool and quiet hour\\nTranquillizes all my soul\\nI no longer thirst for wisdom\\nAnd for worldly self-control.\\nThee I thank with tenderness.\\nThat thou bearest with my faults\\nKnowing thou dost love me truly.\\nAll my better self exalts.\\nAnd with stronger gratitude\\nThank the Universal Giver,\\nFor the cool and quiet evening,\\nFor the woods and flowinsf river.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "72 THE TWO GIVERS.\\nGrateful most that he hath planted\\nPleasure in these hearts of ours,\\nNot in works and world endeavors,\\nBut the sight and scent of flowers.\\n1846.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "WHY SHE LOVES ME.\\nIt is happiness to be\\nLoved by one so good as she,\\nLoved, and that so tenderly.\\nWhi/ is it she loves me so 7\\nInto the deep woods I go\\nPondering, that I may know.\\nUnderneath the branches spread\\nGreen and tentlike overhead,\\nFull of happiness I tread.\\nSoon I find a pleasant seat\\nHidden from the summer heat.\\nLeaves and flowers at my feet.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "74 WHY SHE LOVES ME.\\nOpposite, around a tree\\nClimbs a vine, most tenderly\\nClasping it and fair to see.\\nThrough the fanlike leaves appear\\nPendulous like braids of hair,\\nSlender bunches everywhere.\\nTruly now I understand\\nWhy, and guided by what hand,\\nI alone her heart command.\\nOutwardly she sees me rough\\nThat my heart of better stuff\\nIs, she knoweth well enough.\\nWhat is it to her or me.\\nIf of all ill-judged I be.\\nSo that understandeth she.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "WHY SHE LOVES ME. 75\\nWell, if she can trust me so,\\nWhen the winds begin to blow,\\nPlace of shelter shall she know.\\nDuring Winters long and drear,\\nWhen the fruits all disappear.\\nSnow and sorrow everywhere.\\nShe shall in my arms remain.\\nComforted and quit of pain.\\nTill the Summers come again.\\n1846.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "THE WELCOME RAIN.\\nThe beating rain\\nI will with hateful eyes behold again\\nNo more, if it my Love restrain.\\nIn haste she goes\\nBut rains incessant fall, and like a rose\\nMy heart invigorate and fresher grows.\\nNow must she stay,\\nSince heaven itself gives reasons for delay\\nThe long black road and canopy of gray.\\nShe loves me so.\\nIt would be misery for her to go\\nUncomforted by me, I dare to know.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "THE WELCOME RAIN, 77\\nWith mournful eyes\\nShe anxiously regards the sullen skies,\\nAnd for the dread of going, not of staying, sighs.\\nWhene er she sees\\nThe beating drops, they are the swarming bees\\nThat fetch us honey so her heart decrees.\\nWhen I beheld\\nAt dawn the driving clouds, my bosom swelled\\nWith bitter thoughts and inwardly rebelled.\\nFor then I thought\\nThat a hateful patience should be taught,\\nAnd she would sit expectant and unsought\\nBut now I know,\\nIIow over sodden graves meek blossoms blow,\\nliUxuriant the more for what s below.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "78 THE WELCOME RAIN.\\nHenceforth, no rain\\nTo bear, will I ungratefully complain,\\nIf it this once my Love, my Life, detain.\\n1846.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "LOaUITUR DIANA.\\nMy temples on my arm I lean,\\nWhile slides Diana through the screen\\nOf tall and overhanging trees,\\nUntil my lifted face she sees,\\nAnd book spread idly on my knees.\\nHigh overhead the leaves are stirred\\nFrom tree to tree, remotely heard\\nThe katydid s incessant call\\nStill through the boughs and over all,\\nThe silver shafts of Dian fall.\\nOh Dian, thou who from thy skies\\nDost nightly look into her eyes,", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "so LOQUITUR DIANA.\\n(Her brown eyes unto thee upturned)\\nSay if her heart hath ever burned\\nAs mine for her hath yearned\\nRemembers she each summer night\\nWhen we beheld thee, from the height,\\nThe silent woods of gloom deliver\\nAnd saw in eddies of the river\\nThy arrows fall and shiver.\\nCaressingly I held in mine\\nHer little hands No joys of wine,\\nOr gold, or books in mortal ken.\\nCan yield such happiness again.\\nAh, Dian, why repeat them then\\n(Luna loquitur.)\\nWhy bring them back Oh murmur vain\\nDoth not the miser count his sain", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "LOQUITUR DIANA. 81\\nIn coffers hid Thou safe and fast\\nBeneath the lid that shuts the past,\\nThese golden hours hast.\\nWhat more would st thou or any one\\nA precious heart thy deeds have won\\nFor thee. Behold how earnestly\\nWith lifted eyes she follows me,\\nBelieving that I look on thee.\\n1846.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "THE RISING OF THE RIVER\\nWhile yestereve, still dark and drear\\nWith driving clouds the heavens were\\nAnd strong and fast\\nThe river through the arches past\\nI crossed the quaking bridge alone,\\nAgainst whose pediments of stone\\nThe surging tide\\nSwept trunks with arras distended wide.\\nWith waters flowing broad and red,\\nThe level lands were overspread\\nTheir early bloom\\nAll withered in a common tomb.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "THE RISING OF THE RIVER. 83\\nThe path so often trod of yore\\nNo longer traced along the shore,\\nBefore my eyes\\nThe gloomy stream, the murky skies.\\nOh heart, (I groaned) in such a sea,\\nWere truth and honor swept from thee,\\nWhich should have been\\nAs rooted forests, firm and green.\\nThe flowers in my breast were drowned\\nBy overwhelming passion found\\nMy feet no more\\nA peaceful path along the shore.\\nBut over rising sins and woes,\\nAlike, the simple arches rose\\nOf faith in God,\\nSo that from shore to shore I trod.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "84 THE RISING OF THE RIVER.\\nAnd when, oh Love, serene and fair\\nThe heavens are, and reappear\\nOn every lea,\\nThe fragrant bloom, the steadfast tree\\nThen richer for these beating rains\\nWhen harvest comes, in golden grains\\nThat heart will be,\\nThat trusted in its God and thee.\\n1847.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "A WRECK.\\nWhen the lost Atlantic, drifted\\nShoreward, in the surges rolled,\\nBy each wave successive lifted.\\nSlowly tolled\\nFrom the wreck a bell resounding\\nSolemnly across that sounding,\\nWhere lay corpses manifold.\\nSo, when wrecked are my desires\\nOn the everlasting Never,\\nAnd my heart, with all its fires.\\nOut forever,\\nThese fond words, with sad vibration\\nO er your bosom s desolation\\nWill lament the dead forever.\\n1847,", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "THE BOOK OF NATURE.\\nThere are two books, writes Sir Thomas Browne, in the Religio\\nMedici, from which I collect my divinity besides that writ-\\nten one of God, another of his servant Nature that universal\\nand public manuscript, that lies expanded unto the eyes of all.\\nPossibly, even the heathens knew better\\nhow to join and read these mystical letters, than many Christ-\\nians, who cast a more careless eye on these common hierogly-\\nphics, and disdain to suck divinity from the flowers of nature.\\nThe manuscript of Nature s book\\nIs open spread to every eye,\\nBut few into the leaves will look\\nThat round them lie.\\nIn characters both quaint and old,\\nYet easy to be understood\\nOn every hill and vale unrolled.\\nIn every wood.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "THE BOOK OF NATURE. 87\\nI see the oaks, like belted knights,\\nWith sturdy sinews gird the land\\nAs Birnam wood besieged the heights\\nIn Malcolm s hand.\\nThe solemn brotherhood of pines,\\nLike monks slow chaunting in the choir,\\nNos miserere Cypress nuns\\nIn sad attire.\\nBut where around the opening glade,\\nAslant the golden light descends.\\nAnd through alternate sun and shade\\nThe footpath wends\\nAnd deeper in, the level sward\\nWith cooler shadows overspread\\n(Oh page more worthy of award\\nThan eye hath read", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "88 THE BOOK OF NATURE.\\nFrom root to top the haws are crowned\\nWith tiaras of snowy bloom,\\nThrough purple violet lips the ground\\nExhales perfume.\\nAnd there, unto the poet s heart,\\nIllumined with a thousand dyes,\\nAnd granite claspings all undone,\\nThe volume lies.\\nBe patient, poet say the Haws\\nThe human heart that flowers bears.\\nWill ripen fruit in autumn days\\nOf after years.\\nBe humble breathe the Violets\\nMore worthily is honour won.\\nIf they a pleasing fragrance find\\nWho looked for none.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "THE BOOK OF NATURE.\\nAnd if thou say the Calmias,\\nA pride in exaltation hast,\\nSee how our bloom that crowns the cliff\\nWastes every blast.\\nLove saith the yellow Jasmine Love\\nIn vain the storm menaces him\\nWho binds his bosom s tendrils round\\nA steadfast limb.\\nAnd if indeed a poet s heart\\nThou hast, who walkest in this wood,\\nBelieve that God, in fruit or bloom,\\nWorks out some good.\\n1847.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "FLOWERS IN ASHES,\\nWhere, with unruffled surface wide,\\nThe waters of the river glide\\nBetween the arches dimly in the early dawn descried\\nWhile musing. Sweet, of thee, once more\\nI crossed the bridge as oft of yore,\\nI saw a shallop issue from the shadow of the shore.\\nWith practised ease the boatman stood,\\nAnd dipped his paddle in the flood\\nAnd so the open space was gained, and left behind the\\nwood.\\nThe dripping blade, with measured stroke,\\nIn ripples soft the surface broke\\nAs once Apollo, kissing oft, the nymph Cyrene woke.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "FLOWERS IN ASHES. 91\\nAnd, fast pursuing in his wake,\\nI heard the dimpling eddies break\\nIn murmurs faint, as if they said Herefrom example\\ntake.\\nUnruffled as this river, lies\\nThe stream of life to youthful eyes\\nOn either bank a wood and mart, and overhead God s\\nskies.\\nBehind thee slopes the pleasant shore,\\nThe tumult of the town before.\\nAnd thou, who standest in the stern, hast in thy hand\\nan oar.\\nOh son of toil, whose poet s heart\\nGrieves from thy quiet woods to part.\\nAnd yet whose birthright high it is, to labor in the\\nmart,", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "92 FLOWERS IN ASHES.\\nTo thee, a child, the bloom was sweet;\\nBut manhood loves the crowded street,\\nAnd where in closes, loud and clear, the forging\\nhammers beat.\\nBut even there may bloom for thee\\nThe blossoms childhood loved to see\\nAnd in the cinders of thy toil, God s fairest flowers\\nbe.\\n1847.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "A MAY MORN.\\nLast night the town was close and warm,\\nBut while we slept, arose a storm\\nAnd now how clear\\nAnd cool and fresh the morning air.\\nBetween the swarthy trunks I walk,\\nWhich she made lovely with her talk,\\nSaying Dear love,\\nI see these branches from above\\nAnd when you are no longer here,\\nI say t was there he called me dear,\\nHis pride his pet\\nSo, absent, you are with me yet.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "94 A MAY MORN.\\nHow Still it is the city lies\\nBehind, half hidden from the eyes\\nAnd from the tops\\nOf trees around the moisture drops.\\nA bird with scarlet on his wings,\\nDown in the meadow sits and sings\\nBeneath his weight\\nThe long corn-tassels undulate.\\nThe thrush and red-bird in the brake\\nFlit up and from the blossoms shake,\\nAcross the grass,\\nA fragrant shower where I pass.\\nAh, thank God for this peace and rest,\\nBut more for that within my breast\\nHow with a song\\nThe very river ebbs along.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "A MAY MORN.\\nA song indeed most musical\\nTo him who on death s threshold shall\\nRevive to know\\nThe faint and melancholy flow.\\nYet still the same as when he stood\\nWith musing eyes bent on the flood,\\nAnd smiled to hear\\nThe ripples say I love thee, dear\\nNot that they said so in good sooth,\\nBut that he in simple truth\\nSeemed thence to hear\\nThe words that in my bosom were\\nAs once she said them with the braid\\nThat bound her throbbing temples, laid\\nAgainst my cheek,\\nSo I could even feel her speak.\\n95", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "96 A MAY MORN.\\nAnd when she, blushing, ceased, and 1\\nWas mute with joy the ripples nigh\\nTook up the strain,\\nAnd said, I love thee. Sweet again.\\nAnd thenceforth all that once was fair,\\nGrew fairer what unsightly were,\\nDivine, if she\\nBut praised them incidentally.\\nFor she is dearer to me, than\\nWas ever woman yet to man\\nAre one, be sure,\\nHer life and mine for evermore.\\n1847.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "LOVE S HERALDRY.\\nDown where the river flows between\\nThe city and the dusky screen\\nOf willow branches long and green\\nThat dim the villacre lights behind,\\nWith her who is so debonaire,\\nIn excellence of heart and mind\\nSo far so far beyond compeer,\\nWhat happiness I find.\\nThere yestereve, with hands in mine\\nFast locked as in the olden time,\\nAnd words more musical than rhyme\\nTo ears that listened wistfully\\nYet scarce were satisfied we stood\\nThe queenly Dian s disk to see\\nAbove the distant cypress wood\\nSoar up triumphantly.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "98 love s heraldry.\\nAnd while we talked of what should be\\nOur future lot, nor could agree\\nTherein at first Heart s-dearest, see\\n(I said) a cloudy fess in twain\\nDivides Diana s silver shield.\\nAnd while she gazed, I cried again\\nSuperior in the azure field,\\nBehold it one again\\nSo chid I gently. She is wise.\\nAnd quick to understand her eyes\\nTurned to me with a glad surprise,\\nAnd such deep love, that I (I own,)\\nWhen on my breast her head she laid,\\nFound my philosophy all flown.\\nFor who hath courage to upbraid\\nA queen upon her throne\\n1847.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "LAST GIFT.\\nIllustrious thy name shall be\\nTo all who love in future years\\nThese little songs I sing to thee,\\nThy tears,\\nThy many griefs will I bequeath\\nTo uncreated heirs.\\nNow, hidden are the quiet ways\\nThat bring thee to my bosom nigh\\nAnd when is spent thy term of days,\\nThou It die\\nThen shall thy virtues live in praise\\nThat riches cannot buy.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "100 LAST GIFT.\\nNight shall descend upon thy eyes,\\nThy lips no more repeat my name\\nBut all the virtuous and wise\\nShall claim\\nThee for their sister See, they 11 say\\nHer whom he raised to fame\\n1847.", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "ORTA-UNDIS\\nSTROPHE.\\nOrta virgo resonantera\\nVocem auribus undis,\\nMihi animo prsedulcem\\nUmbra solitudinis\\nAudio. Calentes agri\\nNemoraque muta sunt\\nGreges gratam coryleti\\nUmbraiH lassi conquirunt\\nUmbram cantus insectorum\\nSopientes qua sonant,\\nAquae gelida^ saxorum\\nFissurisque murmurant.\\nMihi fervidis sed horis\\nDeest quics nemore", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "102 ORTA UNDIS.\\nSolo JGstus nam amoris\\nOritur in pectore\\nVestibus cor palpitare\\nSolet laetum nivei s.\\nId tunc speras tu servare\\nQuod ab omnibus capis\\nFelix qui cor (evax!) tuum\\nPalpitare audiat\\nCaput cirrisque jampronum\\nPectore ut sentiat.\\nTugs risus, palpebrasque\\nJam demissas video\\nCur me pacem spoliasque\\nCur me sequeris, Virgo?", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "lAt", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "w", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "MMmmmmm\\nmmm\\nr\\\\r r\\\\y\\\\r\\\\\\n^^^m^rrfsfii\\nmmmmim^ M\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0m^\\nL^i^iii^iH\\nmf\\\\\\n^^rM\\n22\u00c2\u00ab\\nSMP.\\n5Qofl\u00c2\u00abrfl\u00c2\u00abniy*B\\niP^nnnnwA\\nAOAArS:\\n/^\\\\,.\u00c2\u00bbHr^ A\\\\\\nA\\\\ A a a a a w A\\nsrw?*", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "mmma-.^m\\n\u00c2\u00ab\u00c2\u00ab^.w\u00c2\u00ab\\nsm\u00c2\u00a70m\\nmmim\\n-nvm^\\nr\\\\fS(^r\\\\\\n:m\\nftAprvK ^A SftX\\n^mmtMlMfMM^\\n;:.r\\\\r^: r\\\\ n .r^c\\\\^/-^", "height": "3147", "width": "1947", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3246", "width": "2119", "jp2-path": "ortaundisotherpo00lega_0126.jp2"}}