Harper's Cyclopaedia of British and American Poetry (Google eBook)

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Epes Sargent
Harper & brothers, 1882 - American poetry - 958 pages
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Contents

Home Richard Hengist
581
Whitman Sarah Helen
583
Townshend Chauncy Hare
587
Howells William Dean
588
Howitt Mary
594
Greg Samnel
600
Preston Margaret Jnnkin
606
Hoffman Charles Fenno
617
Longfellow Henry Wadsworth
629
Whittier John Greenleaf
636
SUlery Charles Doyne
639
Trench Richard Chenevix
640
Norton Caroline
646
Longfellow Samuel
651
Holmes Oliver Wendell
653
Hnme Alexander 18091851
658
Trowbridge John Townsend
668
McCord Mrs Lonisa
675
Home John
684
Perkins James Handasyd
688
Messinger Robert Hinckley
693
Hallam Arthnr Henry
695
Simmons Bartholomew ras
698
Very Jones
712
Zedlitz Joseph Christian von German
713
Lowell James Russell
741
Wallace Horace Binney
746
Sewall Mrs Harriet Winslow
757
Hnntington Frederic
761
Kingsley Charles
765
Williams Richard Dalton
767
Shairp John Campbell
768
Ludlow FitzHugh
775
Wasson David At wood
786
Halleck FitzGreene
797
McGee Thomas DArcy
805
Stoddard Richard Henry A Crimean Episode ы7
807
Kinney Coates
810
Imlah John
832
Halpine Charles Graham
833
Smith Alexander
835
Ingelow Jean
840
Knox Isabella Craig
845
Smith Horace
852
Harney William Wallace
853
Shakspeare William
862
Winter William
869
Harte Bret
877
Miller Abraham Perry
885
Jackson Henry Rootes
893
Mackay Charles
899
of Scotland
907
Mahony Franeis Father Pront1
908
Webster Mrs Augusta
913
Miller Joaqnin
914
Lacoste Marie
915
Marston Philip Bonrke
916
Perry Nora
920
Sotheby William
924
Hawthorne Jnlian
929
Noyes Charles
934
Southey Caroline Bowles
941
Proctor Edna Dean
943
Milton John
947
James Panl Moon
951

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Page 183 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Page 32 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Page 188 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Page 664 - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Page 495 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those- trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Page 608 - Then, with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!
Page 61 - VIRTUE. SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal,...
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Page 630 - Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with th.ee.
Page 289 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday;-- Thou Child of Joy, Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy!

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