The Poets and Poetry of America: With an Historical IntroductionOne of the most important American poetry anthologies of the nineteenth century, including the works of nearly every major and minor poet of the day, selected by Edgar Allan Poe's future literary executor, and rarely encountered in the correct first printing. Poets included are Longfellow, Lowell, Whittier, Holmes, Bryant, Emerson, Jones Very, William Gilmore Simms, Christopher P. Cranch, Richard Henry Dana, and an impressive selection of female poets now mostly forgotten: Sigourney, Gould, Brooks, Mrs. Seba Smith, Hall, Embury, Ellett, Dinnies, Welby, Hooper, Davidson. |
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... Spirit - Land The Trees of Life The Ark Nature . The Tree The Son The Robin The Rail - Road . The Latter Rain ALFRED B. STREET The Gray Forest - Eagle Fouling .422 .393 " Time , Faith , Energy " .423 .393 " Give me armour of proof ...
... Spirit - Land The Trees of Life The Ark Nature . The Tree The Son The Robin The Rail - Road . The Latter Rain ALFRED B. STREET The Gray Forest - Eagle Fouling .422 .393 " Time , Faith , Energy " .423 .393 " Give me armour of proof ...
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... spirit of bigotry — at length bro- ken down by the stronger spirit of freedom- which prevented the cultivation of elegant learning , and regarded as the fruits of profane desire the poet's glowing utterance , strong feeling , delicate ...
... spirit of bigotry — at length bro- ken down by the stronger spirit of freedom- which prevented the cultivation of elegant learning , and regarded as the fruits of profane desire the poet's glowing utterance , strong feeling , delicate ...
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... Spirit in the obedient wind , In yellow clouds slow - sailing from the west . With dawning smiles the God his votaries blest , And taught where deer retired to ivy dell ; What chosen chief with proud command to invest ; Where crept the ...
... Spirit in the obedient wind , In yellow clouds slow - sailing from the west . With dawning smiles the God his votaries blest , And taught where deer retired to ivy dell ; What chosen chief with proud command to invest ; Where crept the ...
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... spirit's dew . For , when she used to leave The fireside , every eve , I knew it was for prayer that she withdrew . " That dew , that bless'd my youth , - Her holy love , her truth , Her spirit of devotion , and the tears That she could ...
... spirit's dew . For , when she used to leave The fireside , every eve , I knew it was for prayer that she withdrew . " That dew , that bless'd my youth , - Her holy love , her truth , Her spirit of devotion , and the tears That she could ...
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... spirit of the dead . Triumphant is the spell ! with raptured ear , That uncaged spirit hovering , lingers near ; - Why should she mount ? why pant for brighter bliss ? A lovelier scene , a sweeter song , than this ! " Soon after the ...
... spirit of the dead . Triumphant is the spell ! with raptured ear , That uncaged spirit hovering , lingers near ; - Why should she mount ? why pant for brighter bliss ? A lovelier scene , a sweeter song , than this ! " Soon after the ...
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Page 238 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Page 97 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost, All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Page 239 - This was the peasant's last Good-night, A voice replied, far up the height, Excelsior ! At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice, That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice...
Page 97 - Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.
Page 274 - But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh.
Page 97 - 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 89 - 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 109 - Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Each dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o'er his closing eye.
Page 238 - 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 89 - When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.