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Thomas Buchanan Read Quotes

d. 1872 United States

Thomas Buchanan Read (March 12, 1822 – May 11, 1872), American poet, was a portrait-painter, and lived much abroad. He wrote a prose romance, The Pilgrims of the Great St.

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We bring roses, beautiful fresh roses,
Dewy as the morning and colored like the dawn.

The New Pastoral (1855)

O Night, most beautiful and rare!
Thou giv'st the heavens their holiest hue,
And through the azure fields of air
Bring'st down the gentle dew.

My soul to-day
Is far away
Sailing the Vesuvian Bay.

Poems (1866)

O Night! most beautiful and rare!
Thou givest the heavens their holiest hue,
And through the azure fields of air
Bringest down the gentle dew.

Poems (1847)

Within the sober realm of leafless trees,
The russet year inhaled the dreamy air;
Like some tanned reaper, in his hour of ease,
When all the fields are lying brown and bare.

Poems (1853)

The terrible grumble, and rumble, and roar,
Telling the battle was on once more,
And Sheridan twenty miles away.

A Summer Story, Sheridan's Ride, and Other Poems (1865)

With dreamful eyes
My spirit lies
Under the walls of Paradise.

Poems (1866)

I hate the sin, but I love the sinner.

A Summer Story, Sheridan's Ride, and Other Poems (1865)

Yon deep bark goes
Where Traffic blows
From lands of sun to lands of snows;—
Yon happier one,
Its course is run
From lands of snow to lands of sun.

Poems (1866)

Attribution

Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Thomas Buchanan Read (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.