Harper's Cyclopædia of British and American Poetry

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Epes Sargent
Harper & Brothers, 1881 - 958 стор.
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50
Armstrong Edmund
52
Anonymous and MiscellaneousContinued
62
Foster Stephen Collins
63
913
70
Turner Charles Tennyson
77
Waly Waly
82
Tychborn Chidiock
84
Wordsworth William
87
Meredith George
89
Robbins Samuel Dowse
100
451
101
Vaughan Henry
107
Phillips Katherine
119
The Lincolnshire Poacher
156
Douglas of Fingland
164
Life from Death
173
24
175
Johnson Samuel
178
Rodger Alexander
181
Cockburn Alicia Rutherford
193
Kenyon John
195
Jones Sir William
232
OKeefe John
233
Smith Mrs Charlotte Turner
234
Graham Robert
235
Frenean Philip
244
The Bay of Biscay
263
OReilly John Boyle
266
Rogers Samuel
267
Grahame James
269
Frere John Hookham
273
Scott Lady John
277
Scorn Not the Sonnet
292
Roscommon Earl
297
Montgomery James
303
White Joseph Blanco
325
Lamb Charles
327
Merivale John Herman
343
Thou art O
348
Morris William
354
Daniel Samuel
356
251
359
Dowden Edward
360
The House in which I was Born
362
Heber Reginald
363
Frisbie Levi
369
From Address to a Wilddeer
374
Darley George
378
Pinkney Edward Coate
393
Waterloo
396
The Destruction of Sennacherib
403
Arnold Edwin
405
Plimpton Florus Beardsley
408
Lyle Thomas
419
Shelley Percy Bysshe
420
Arise from Dreams of Thee
426
Arnold George
441
Lyte Henry Francis
444
Frothingham Nathaniel Langdon
445
Heerman Johann German
446
Stowe Harriet Beecher
449
Lanier Sidney
450
Henryson Robert
461
Bronté Emily
462
True Riches
464
Drake John Rodman
472
Arnold Matthew
476
Lines on Hartley Coleridge
496
A Wish
497
Drayton Michael
516
Heraud John Abraham
519
Askew Anne
521
Osgood Kate Putnam
522
Hopkinson Joseph
526
Englands Vote for a Free Election
527
Otway Thomas
534
Deirdres Farewell to Alba
538
Lytton Lord Edward Bulwer
606
Davenant Sir William
613
Larcom Lucy
628
Beers Mrs Ethel Lynn
629
Webster Mrs Augusta
632
Drennan William
639
Moulton Ellen Louise
646
Gallagher William D
651
Clarke James Freeman
655
Drummond William
670
The Perfect Whole after Geibel
679
Tennyson Alfred
680
Austin Arthur Williams
683
Parker Martyn
688
44
689
Messinger Robert Hinckley
693
322
701
45
705
DUrfey Thomas
708
Brooks Charles Timothy
711
Aytoun William Edmondstoune
713
Brooks James Gordon
724
Durivage Francis Alexander
727
Vere Aubrey Thomas
728
Hosmer William Henry Cuyler
731
Bailey Philip James
734
Eastman Charles Gamage
738
Brown Frances
741
Browne Sir Thomas
747
Eliot George see Cross Marian Evans
748
Parsons Thomas William
759
Very Jones
765
Holland Josiah Gilbert
766
Beers Henry Augustin
770
Brownell Henry Howard
773
Howarth
776
Patmore Coventry
790
379
794
Whitney Adeline D
795
Mickle William Julius
813
Francis Mahony
818
Rossetti Dante Gabriel
822
Waiting
828
Payne John Howard
829
Pope Alexander
838
Calverley Charles Stuart
844
Herrick Robert
849
The Guest
857
Spofford Harriet Prescott
863
Howells William Dean
871
Sprague Charles
884
Whittier John Greenleaf
888
Alone with
891
From the Spanish of Calderon
895
712
898
Though Nanght They May to Others Be
899
Hark the Glad Sound
903
Stanley Thomas
910
Judson Mrs Emily
915
Ballantine James
923
Sonnet
932
Moultrie John
934
Keats John
937
Ripe Grain
942
139
945
Merry May the Keel
946
Conrad Robert
947
Macaulay Thomas Babington
948
Sterling John
950
Banim John
951
Calvert George Henry
952
Blackie John Stuart
953
Lewis Matthew Gregory
954
De Kay Charles
955
McCord Mrs Louisa
956
168
957
The Drum
958
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Сторінка 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 ?
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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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