The Poets and Poetry of America: To the Middle of the Nineteenth CenturyA selection of American poetry written between the country's founding and the mid-19th century. Each poet's selections are preceded by a brief biographical and critical sketch. |
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... Grave " . ... 107 A Radical Song of 1786 ... .62 The Little Beach - Bird .. .... 107 Reflections on seeing a Bull slain in the Country .... ....... 62 The Moss supplicateth for the Poet ... .108 Impromptu on an Order to kill the Dogs in ...
... Grave " . ... 107 A Radical Song of 1786 ... .62 The Little Beach - Bird .. .... 107 Reflections on seeing a Bull slain in the Country .... ....... 62 The Moss supplicateth for the Poet ... .108 Impromptu on an Order to kill the Dogs in ...
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... Grave . 279 242 WALTER COLTON 280 .242 The Sailor ...... 280 .242 My First Love , and my Last .. .280 243 WILLIAM CROSWELL . .281 244 244 The Synagogue .. -281 The Chieftain's Daughter . The Clouds .. 281 .244 The Ordinal . 282 Near the ...
... Grave . 279 242 WALTER COLTON 280 .242 The Sailor ...... 280 .242 My First Love , and my Last .. .280 243 WILLIAM CROSWELL . .281 244 244 The Synagogue .. -281 The Chieftain's Daughter . The Clouds .. 281 .244 The Ordinal . 282 Near the ...
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... Grave .. Fifty Years Ago . Truth and Freedom .. A Spring Day Walk .. To one far away .. August ... Beatrice .... Spring Verses ..... " Underneath this Marble cold " May Our Early Days .. The Dreaming Girl ... The Labourer . WILLIAM ...
... Grave .. Fifty Years Ago . Truth and Freedom .. A Spring Day Walk .. To one far away .. August ... Beatrice .... Spring Verses ..... " Underneath this Marble cold " May Our Early Days .. The Dreaming Girl ... The Labourer . WILLIAM ...
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... Grave of my Sister.- Micah P. Flint .... 540 The Free Mind . - William Lloyd Garrison ...... .. .540 Kubleh : a Story of the Assyrian Desert .. .... 516 The Armies of the Eve . - Onay Curry .. ...... 540 CHARLES G. EASTMAN ... Ben Bolt ...
... Grave of my Sister.- Micah P. Flint .... 540 The Free Mind . - William Lloyd Garrison ...... .. .540 Kubleh : a Story of the Assyrian Desert .. .... 516 The Armies of the Eve . - Onay Curry .. ...... 540 CHARLES G. EASTMAN ... Ben Bolt ...
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... grave and dignified , though when with his intimate friends he was easy and familiar . He was an honest and patient investigator , and would doubtless have been much more successful as a metaphysical or historical writer than as a poet ...
... grave and dignified , though when with his intimate friends he was easy and familiar . He was an honest and patient investigator , and would doubtless have been much more successful as a metaphysical or historical writer than as a poet ...
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Page 167 - TO A WATERFOWL Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 158 - Father, Thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns. Thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and forthwith rose All these fair ranks of trees.
Page 361 - In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Page 315 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
Page 311 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals nor forts : The warrior's name would be a name abhorred ! And every nation that should lift again Its hand against a brother, on its forehead Would wear forevermore the curse of Cain!
Page 158 - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart — Go forth, under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...
Page 415 - Ah! distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore.
Page 416 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Page 158 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 411 - Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom, And conquered her scruples and gloom; And we passed to the end of the vista, But were stopped by the door of a tomb, By the door of a legended tomb; And I said — "What is written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb?