Thomas Buchanan Read

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. Bernard, and several books of poetry, including The New Pastoral, The House by the Sea, Sylvia, and A Summer Story.

Thomas Buchanan Read

Quotes

• 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.
  • The closing Scene. Sc. i.

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

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

• 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.
  • Drifting.

• We bring roses, beautiful fresh roses,
  Dewy as the morning and colored like the dawn.
  • The new pastoral Book.

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

• The terrible rumble, grumble and roar
  Telling the battle was on once more—
  And Sheridan twenty miles away!
  • Sheridan’s Ride.