Tag: Frederick Tuckerman
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Frederick Goddard Tuckerman – “An upper chamber…”
An upper chamber in a darkened house, Where, ere his footsteps reached ripe manhood’s brink, Terror and anguish were his cup to drink; I cannot rid the thought, nor hold it close But dimly dream upon that man alone: Now though the autumn clouds most softly pass, The cricket chides beneath the doorstep stone, And…
Sam Reads Poetry 