Nineteenth-Century American PoetryWhitman, Dickinson, and Melville occupy the center of this anthology of nearly three hundred poems, spanning the course of the century, from Joel Barlow to Edwin Arlington Robinson, by way of Bryant, Emerson, Longfellow, Whittier, Poe, Holmes, Jones Very, Thoreau, Lowell, and Lanier. For more than seventy years, Penguin has been the leading publisher of classic literature in the English-speaking world. With more than 1,700 titles, Penguin Classics represents a global bookshelf of the best works throughout history and across genres and disciplines. Readers trust the series to provide authoritative texts enhanced by introductions and notes by distinguished scholars and contemporary authors, as well as up-to-date translations by award-winning translators. |
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... tear, Melt every heart and thro the nation gain Full many a voice to break the barbarous chain. But why to sympathy for guidance fly, (Her aids uncertain and of scant supply) When your own self-excited sense affords A guide more sure ...
... tear, Melt every heart and thro the nation gain Full many a voice to break the barbarous chain. But why to sympathy for guidance fly, (Her aids uncertain and of scant supply) When your own self-excited sense affords A guide more sure ...
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... all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost.
... all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost.
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... autumn rain. How fast the flitting figures come! The mild, the fierce, the stony face; Some bright with thoughtless smiles, and some Where secret tears have left their trace. They pass—to toil, to strife, to rest; To halls in.
... autumn rain. How fast the flitting figures come! The mild, the fierce, the stony face; Some bright with thoughtless smiles, and some Where secret tears have left their trace. They pass—to toil, to strife, to rest; To halls in.
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... tear? For scornful hands aside to throw? No, by our fathers' memory, No! Our humming marts, our iron ways, Our wind-tossed woods on mountain-crest, The hoarse Atlantic, with its bays, The calm, broad Ocean of the West, And Mississippi's ...
... tear? For scornful hands aside to throw? No, by our fathers' memory, No! Our humming marts, our iron ways, Our wind-tossed woods on mountain-crest, The hoarse Atlantic, with its bays, The calm, broad Ocean of the West, And Mississippi's ...
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Contents
Section 1 | 42 |
Section 2 | 106 |
Section 3 | 107 |
Section 4 | 108 |
Section 5 | 123 |
Section 6 | 128 |
Section 7 | 129 |
Section 8 | 131 |
Section 17 | 297 |
Section 18 | 327 |
Section 19 | 328 |
Section 20 | 332 |
Section 21 | 334 |
Section 22 | 349 |
Section 23 | 361 |
Section 24 | 364 |
Section 9 | 132 |
Section 10 | 149 |
Section 11 | 168 |
Section 12 | 172 |
Section 13 | 173 |
Section 14 | 175 |
Section 15 | 177 |
Section 16 | 251 |
Section 25 | 368 |
Section 26 | 409 |
Section 27 | 410 |
Section 28 | 415 |
Section 29 | 426 |
Section 30 | 430 |
Section 31 | 431 |
Section 32 | 435 |
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