19th Century America

By Copyright Group

America. Land of the Free, Home of the Brave. Across its vast landscape a Nation was being built. Expanded into its vast frontiers by military force and financial acquisitions; this was a melting pot of peoples and ideas gathering to form an identity. In this volume we take a particular interest in the poets of the 19th Century and their views as their young nation came to terms with itself and its place in the World.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Copyright Group
• Release date: Oct 1, 2014
• ISBN: 9781783943814

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The Poets Of 19th Century America

America. Land of the Free, Home of the Brave.  Across its vast landscape a Nation was being built.  Expanded into its vast frontiers by military force and financial acquisitions; this was a melting pot of peoples and ideas gathering to form an identity.  In this volume we take a particular interest in the poets of the 19th Century and their views as their young nation came to terms with itself and its place in the World.

Index Of Poems

Walt Whitman - Miracles

Stephen Crane - The Ocean Said To Me Once

Nathaniel Hawthorne - The Ocean

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - The Lighthouse

Edgar Allan Poe - Annabel Lee

Oliver Wendell Holmes - The Old Man Of The Sea

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - The Wreck Of The Hesperus

William Cullen Bryant - A Hymn Of The Sea

Herman Melville - The Berg, A Dream

Edgar Allen Poe - A Dream Within A Dream

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - A Psalm Of Life

Mark Twain - O Lord Our Father

John Greenleaf Whittier - The Hunting Of Men

Ambrose Bierce - A Poet's Father

Emily Dickinson - I Found The Words To Every Thought

Walt Whitman - A Clear Midnight

Ralph Waldo Emerson - Art

Ralph Waldo Emerson - Fate

Emily Dickinson - T'Was Just This Time Last Year I Died

Emily Dickinson - As Imperceptably As Grief

Emily Dickinson - Bereavement In Their Death To Feel

Emily Dickinson - One Need Not To Be A Chamber To Be Haunted

Edgar Allan Poe - The Haunted Palace

Paul Laurence Dunbar - The Haunted Oak

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Afternoon In February

Henry David Thoreau - Pray To What Earth Does This Sweet Cold Belong

Emily Dickinson - The Winters Are So Short

James Russell Lowell - The First Snowfall

Walt Whitman - Warble Of Lilac Time

William Cullen Bryant - June

Paul Laurence Dunbar - Summer In The South

Henry David Thoreau - The Summer Rain

Phillip Freneau - The Wild Honey Suckle

Walt Whitman - A July Afternoon By The Pond

John Greenleaf Whittier - A Day

Oliver Wendell Holmes - Hymm For The Celebration

James Russell Lowell - A Contrast

Edwin Arlington Robinson - Luke Havergal check date

Ralph Waldo Emerson - Give All To Love

Sidney Lanier - The Golden Wedding Of Sterling And Sarah Lanier

Emily Dickinson - I Went To Heaven

Herman Melville - Duponts Round Fight (November 1861)

Joaquin Miller - The Bravest Battle

James Bayard Taylor - America, From The National Ode July 4th 1876

Edgar Allan Poe - The Raven

Edwin Arlington Robinson - The Flying Dutchman

Herman Melville - Father Mapples Hymn

William Cullen Bryant - Hymn To The North Star

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Extract from Hiawatha

Walt Whitman - Song Of The Open Road

Emily Dickinson - There Is A June When Corn Is Cut

James Whitcomb Riley - Knee Deep In June

Emily Dickinson - A Light Exists In Spring

John Greenleaf Whittier - Snow-Bound (The Sun That Brief December Day)

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Snow Flakes

Ralph Waldo Emerson - The Snow Storm

Emily Dickinson - Some Too Fragile For Winter Winds

Walt Whitman - A Carol Of Harvest For 1867

Emily Dickinson - Besides The Autumn Poets Sing

Walt Whitman - Roots And Leaves Themselves Alone

Henry David Thoreau - Woof Of The Sun

James Whitcomb Riley - The Old Swimming Hole

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Rain In Summer

William Cullen Bryant - Summer Wind

Oliver Wendell Holmes - Prologue

Ambrose Bierce - Freedom

Emily Dickinson - Heaven Is What I Cannot Reach

Stephen Crane - God Lay Dead In Heaven

Edgar Allen Poe - Spirits Of The Dead

Ambrose Bierce - The Death Of Grant

James Whitcomb Riley - Grant At Rest August 8th 1885

Emily Dickinson - I Measure Every Grief

James Russell Lowell - Abraham Lincoln

Walt Whitman - Pensive On Her Dead Gazing

Paul Laurence Dunbar - The Debt

Edgar Allen Poe - To One Departed

Ralph Waldo Emerson – Goodbye

Walt Whitman – Miracles

Why, who makes much of a miracle?

As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,

Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,

Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,

Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,

Or stand under trees in the woods,

Or talk by day with any one I love, or sleep in the bed at night with any one I love,

Or sit at table at dinner with the rest,

Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,

Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon,

Or animals feeding in the fields,

Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,

Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so quiet and bright,

Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring;

These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,

The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.

Stephen Crane - The Ocean Said To Me Once

The ocean said to me once, 

"Look! 

Yonder on the shore 

Is a woman, weeping. 

I have watched her. 

Go you and tell her this

Her lover I have laid 

In cool green hall. 

There is wealth of golden sand 

And pillars, coral-red; 

Two white fish stand guard at his bier. 

"Tell her this 

And more

That the king of the seas 

Weeps too, old, helpless man. 

The bustling fates 

Heap his hands with corpses 

Until he stands like a child 

With a surplus of toys." 

Nathaniel Hawthorne - The Ocean

The ocean has its silent caves,

Deep, quiet and alone;

Though there be fury on the waves,

Beneath them there is none.

The awful spirits of the deep

Hold their communion there;

And there are those for whom we weep,

The young, the bright, the fair.

Calmly the wearied seamen rest

Beneath their own blue sea.

The ocean solitudes are blest,

For there is purity.

The earth has guilt, the earth has care,

Unquiet are its graves;

But peaceful sleep is ever there,

Beneath the dark blue waves. 

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - The Lighthouse

The rocky ledge runs far into the sea, 

And on its outer point, some miles away, 

The Lighthouse lifts its massive masonry, 

A pillar of fire by night, of cloud by day.

Even at this distance I can see the tides, 

Upheaving, break unheard along its base, 

A speechless wrath, that rises and subsides 

In the white lip and tremor of the face.

And as the evening darkens, lo! how bright, 

Through the deep purple of the twilight air, 

Beams forth the sudden radiance of its light 

With strange, unearthly splendor in the glare!

Not one alone; from each projecting cape 

And perilous reef along the ocean's verge,