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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... soul were made of harmony : Scarce ever more of goodness crowded lay In such a piece of frail mortality . Sure Father WILSON's genuine son was he , New - England's PAUL had such a TIMOTHY . My dearest , inmost , bosome friend is gone ...
... soul were made of harmony : Scarce ever more of goodness crowded lay In such a piece of frail mortality . Sure Father WILSON's genuine son was he , New - England's PAUL had such a TIMOTHY . My dearest , inmost , bosome friend is gone ...
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... soul's eternal sleep . Not so the ancients of these lands- The Indian , when from life released , Again is seated with his friends , And shares again the joyous feast . * His imaged birds , and painted bowl , And venison , for a journey ...
... soul's eternal sleep . Not so the ancients of these lands- The Indian , when from life released , Again is seated with his friends , And shares again the joyous feast . * His imaged birds , and painted bowl , And venison , for a journey ...
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... soul to rove , Where never sunbeam stretch'd its wide domain ; And hail her kindred forms above , In fields of uncreated spring , Aloft where realms of endless glory rise , And rapture paints in gold the landscape of the skies . VI ...
... soul to rove , Where never sunbeam stretch'd its wide domain ; And hail her kindred forms above , In fields of uncreated spring , Aloft where realms of endless glory rise , And rapture paints in gold the landscape of the skies . VI ...
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... soul From all the needless labours , griefs , and cares , That avarice and ambition agonize ; attack From those cold nerves of wealth , that , palsied , feel No anguish , but its own ; and ceaseless lead To thousand meannesses , as gain ...
... soul From all the needless labours , griefs , and cares , That avarice and ambition agonize ; attack From those cold nerves of wealth , that , palsied , feel No anguish , but its own ; and ceaseless lead To thousand meannesses , as gain ...
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... soul . With what fond hope , through many a blissful hour , We gave the soul to fancy's pleasing power ; Lost in the magic of that sweet employ To build gay scenes , and fashion future joy ! We saw mild peace o'er fair Canaan rise , And ...
... soul . With what fond hope , through many a blissful hour , We gave the soul to fancy's pleasing power ; Lost in the magic of that sweet employ To build gay scenes , and fashion future joy ! We saw mild peace o'er fair Canaan rise , And ...
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