Harper's Cyclopædia of British and American Poetry

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Epes Sargent
Harper & Brothers, 1881 - 958 páginas
 

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Ford John
49
Anonymous and MiscellaneousContinued
62
Foster Stephen Collins
63
913
70
Waly Waly
82
746
88
Meredith George
89
Robbins Samuel Dowse
100
Cook Eliza
101
My Picture
109
Wordsworth William
114
Phillips Katherine
119
Sally in Our Alleg
126
Tickell Thomas
141
The Jovial Beggars by Richard Brome
157
Douglas of Fingland
164
Life in Death
173
Wesley John
177
Rodger Alexander
181
Churchill Charles
185
Dowden Edward
221
Jones Sir William
232
Graham Robert
235
Frenean Philip
244
Rogers Samuel
267
Grahame James
269
Southey Robert
275
Scott Lady John
277
Scorn Not the Sonuet
292
Roscommon Earl
297
Montgomery James
303
Clare John
304
Mulock Dinah M see Craik
312
White Joseph Blanco
325
Lamb Charles
327
Merivale John Herman
343
Moore Thomas
345
Daniel Samuel
356
Not for Naught
361
Rossetti Christina Georgina
368
Frisbie Levi
369
From Address to a Wilddeer
374
Darley George
378
Hedge Frederic Henry
393
Waterloo
396
The Destruction of Sennacherib
403
Arnold Edwin
405
Plimpton Florus Beardsley
408
Shelley Percy Bysshe
420
One Word is Too Often Profaned
427
Frothingham Nathaniel Langdon
445
Sonnet on Grasmere
449
From The Plantation
458
Drake John Rodman
472
Brooks Maria Gowen
475
Lines on Byron
476
Lines on Hartley Coleridge
496
A Wish
497
154
501
Neele Henry
506
Hood Thomas
508
Drayton Michael
516
True Happiness from The Course of Time?
517
Heraud John Abraham
519
Osgood Frances Sargent
523
Anonymous and MiscellaneousContinued
527
Invocation to the Author of Light
530
Otway Thomas
534
Deirdres Farewell to Alba
538
Brown William Goldsmith
546
19
594
Herrick Robert
603
204
605
Davenant Sir William
613
Beers Mrs Ethel Lynn
629
Vere Aubrey Thomas
632
Whittier John Greenleaf
634
Austin Arthur Williams
641
Browning Elizabeth Barrett
667
Fuller Margaret Marchioness Ossoli
677
Whitecapped Waves
678
Rossetti Dante Gabriel
679
Tennyson Alfred
680
Messinger Robert Hinckley
693
903
701
Russell Thomas
705
Very Jones
712
Aytoun William Edmondstoune
713
Nicoll Robert
720
816
722
Bailey Philip James
734
Cox Christopher Christian
737
61
745
Thou that Drawest Aside the Curtain
769
Beers Henry Augustin
770
Villiers George Duke of Buckingham
779
Thompson John Randolph
789
Greville Fulke Lord Brooke
791
379
794
Palgrave Francis Turner
796
Spenser Edmund
809
Mickle William Julius
813
Gallagher William D
822
Sands Robert Comfort
826
Clemmer Mary
828
Pope Alexander
838
Calverley Charles Stuart
844
Langhorne John
852
Morris Lewis
853
Kimball Harriet McEwen
857
Spofford Harriet Prescott
863
From Lines on the Death of Philip Sidney 18
877
Stanley Thomas
884
Miller Abraham Perry
885
Alone with
891
Dobson Austin
896
The November Fog of London
899
Lines Suggested by the Fourteenth of February 844 By the Seashore
902
Vincent Charles French
903
Judson Mrs Emily
915
Lanier Sidney
916
Morris William
922
Ballantine James
923
Hageman Samuel Miller
932
Keats John
937
Bell Henry Glassford
938
Ripe Grain
942
Soggarth Aroon
945
459
947
Béranger Pierre Jean de French
948
Pardoe Julia
949
Clough Arthur Hugh
951
094
952
Bruce Michael
953
What do the Futures Speak
954
Horne Richard Hengist
955
Blair Robert
956
De Kay Charles
957
Lord I Believe Help Thou Mine Unbelief 798

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Página 99 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
Página 413 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
Página 664 - art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Página 664 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as
Página 183 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Página 290 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Página 310 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Página 414 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Página 653 - And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
Página 663 - 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.

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