The Poets and Poetry of America: With an Historical IntroductionCarey and Hart, 1842 - 468 psl. One 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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... Scene from " Hadad " . Epistle to William Gifford , Esq . 35 Arthur's Soliloquy , from " Percy's Masque , Mary will smile 36 CHARLES SPRAGUE ROBERT TREAT PAINE . 37 Curiosity . Adams and Liberty . 38 Shakspeare Ode . 39 The Brothers ...
... Scene from " Hadad " . Epistle to William Gifford , Esq . 35 Arthur's Soliloquy , from " Percy's Masque , Mary will smile 36 CHARLES SPRAGUE ROBERT TREAT PAINE . 37 Curiosity . Adams and Liberty . 38 Shakspeare Ode . 39 The Brothers ...
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... Scene from " Miriam " Prayer Miriam to Paulus EMMA C. EMBURY Spring The Stars Written while Departing for Italy Domestic Love " WILLIS GAYLORD CLARK A Lament Memory . Autumn Evening Song of May The Old Man's Lament Death of the First ...
... Scene from " Miriam " Prayer Miriam to Paulus EMMA C. EMBURY Spring The Stars Written while Departing for Italy Domestic Love " WILLIS GAYLORD CLARK A Lament Memory . Autumn Evening Song of May The Old Man's Lament Death of the First ...
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... scene in " Master Humphrey's Clock " ... 424 Life and Death . 394 ARTHUR CLEVELAND COXE .394 Manhood 394 .394 June . 394 394 395 396 .397 A Forest Walk . 398 Winter . 399 The Settler . 399 An American Forest in Spring . 400 The Lost ...
... scene in " Master Humphrey's Clock " ... 424 Life and Death . 394 ARTHUR CLEVELAND COXE .394 Manhood 394 .394 June . 394 394 395 396 .397 A Forest Walk . 398 Winter . 399 The Settler . 399 An American Forest in Spring . 400 The Lost ...
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... Scene . - C . G. Eastman Lake Erie . - Ephraim Peabody . 447 The Backwoodsman - Ephraim Peabody 447 To my sick and suffering Brother , on his fifteenth Birthday . - George B. Cheever . Lines on a Friend . - John M. Harney The Huma ...
... Scene . - C . G. Eastman Lake Erie . - Ephraim Peabody . 447 The Backwoodsman - Ephraim Peabody 447 To my sick and suffering Brother , on his fifteenth Birthday . - George B. Cheever . Lines on a Friend . - John M. Harney The Huma ...
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... Scene . - C . G. Eastman Lake Erie . - Ephraim Peabody . 447 The Backwoodsman - Ephraim Peabody 447 To my sick and suffering Brother , on his fifteenth Birthday . - George B. Cheever . Lines on a Friend . - John M. Harney The Huma ...
... Scene . - C . G. Eastman Lake Erie . - Ephraim Peabody . 447 The Backwoodsman - Ephraim Peabody 447 To my sick and suffering Brother , on his fifteenth Birthday . - George B. Cheever . Lines on a Friend . - John M. Harney The Huma ...
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238 psl. - 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.
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