II FIRST LYRICAL (IN THREE DIVISIONS) FROM THE OUTSET OF PIERPONT, BRYANT, AND THEIR ASSOCIATES, TO THE INTERVAL OF THE CIVIL WAR 1816-1860 Pierpont's "Airs of Palestine": Baltimore, 1816 Bryant's "Thanatopsis": North Amer. Review, Sept. 1817; "Poems" (“The Ages,” etc.): Cambridge, 1821 Halleck and Drake's "The Croakers": N. Y. Evening Post, 1819 Mrs. Brooks's "Judith,” etc.: Boston, 1820; “Zophiel": London, 1833 2 Emerson's "Nature": Boston, 1836; "Poems": Boston, 1846 Whittier's "Mogg Megone": Boston, 1836; “Poems”: Philadelphia, 1838 Poe's "Tamerlane," etc.: Boston, 1827; “ Al Aaraaf," etc.: Baltimore, 1829 3 Lowell's "A Year's Life": Boston, 1841; "Poems": Boston, 1844 Mrs. Howe's "Passion Flowers": Boston, 1854 Whitman's "Leaves of Grass": Brooklyn, 1855 Boker's "Calaynos, A Tragedy": Philadelphia, 1848 Taylor's "Ximena": Philadelphia, 1844; “Rhymes of Travel": New York, 1849 Stoddard's "Poems": Boston, 1852; “Songs of Summer": Boston, 1856 FIRST LYRICAL PERIOD (IN THREE DIVISIONS) DIVISION I (PIERPONT, HALLECK, BRYANT, DRAKE, MRS. BROOKS, AND OTHERS) John Pierpont THE FUGITIVE SLAVE'S APOSTROPHE TO THE NORTH STAR STAR of the North! though night winds drift The fleecy drapery of the sky Between thy lamp and me, I lift, Yea, lift with hope, my sleepless eye To the blue heights wherein thou dwellest, And of a land of freedom tellest. Nor faithless man, whose burning lust But thee, of even the starry train; I may not follow where they go: Thy light and truth shall set me free; - They of the East beheld the star That over Bethlehem's manger glowed; With joy they hailed it from afar, And followed where it marked the road, Thy beam is on the glassy breast Of the still spring, upon whose brink I lay my weary limbs to rest, And bow my parching lips to drink. In the dark top of southern pines I nestled, when the driver's horn Called to the field, in lengthening lines, My fellows at the break of morn. And there I lay, till thy sweet face Looked in upon "my hiding-place." The tangled cane-brake, where I crept For shelter from the heat of noon, And where, while others toiled, I slept Till wakened by the rising moon, As its stalks felt the night wind free, Gave me to catch a glimpse of thee. |