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TRANSLATIONS.
Version of a Fragment of Simonides
From the Spanish of Villegas
Mary Magdalen.� (From the Spanish of Bartolome Leonardo
de Argensola)
The Life of the Blessed. (From the Spanish of Luis Ponce
de Leon)
Fatima and Raduan.� (From the Spanish)
Love and Folly.� (From la Fontaine)
The Siesta. (From the Spanish)
The Alcayde of Molina.� (From the Spanish)
The Death of Aliatar.� (From the Spanish)
Love in the Age of Chivalry.� (From Peyre Vidal, the
Troubadour)
The Love of God.� (From the Proven�al of Bernard Rascas)
From The Spanish of Pedro de Castro y A�aya�
Sonnet. (From the Portuguese of Semedo)
Song. (From the Spanish of Iglesias)
The Count of Greiers. (From the German of Uhland)
The Serenade. (From the Spanish)
A Northern Legend. (From the German of Uhland)
LATER POEMS.
To the Apennines
Earth
The Knight's Epitaph
The Hunter of the Prairies
Seventy-Six
The Living Lost
Catterskill Falls
The Strange Lady
Life�
"Earth's children cleave to earth"
The Hunter's Vision
The Green Mountain Boys�
A Presentiment
The Child's Funeral�
The Battlefield
The Future Life
The Death of Schiller�
The Fountain�
The Winds
The Old Man's Counsel�
Lines in Memory of William Leggett
An Evening Revery�
The Painted Cup�
A Dream
The Antiquity of Freedom
The Maiden's Sorrow
The Return of Youth
A Hymn of the Sea
Noon.� (From an unfinished Poem)
The Crowded Street
The White-footed Deer�
The Waning Moon
The Stream of Life
NOTES (�)
* * * * *
POEMS.
THE AGES.�
I.
When to the common rest that crowns our days,
Called in the noon of life, the good man goes,
Or full of years, and ripe in wisdom, lays
His silver temples in their last repose;
When, o'er the buds of youth, the death-wind blows,
And blights the fairest; when our bitter tears
Stream, as the eyes of those that love us close,
We think on what they were, with many fears
Lest goodness die with them, and leave the coming years:
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