English Poems – Page 209

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• From “Wordsworth’s Grave”

  Poet who sleepest by this wandering wave!
  When thou wast born, what birth-gift hadst thou then?
  To thee what wealth was that the Immortals gave, …

  William Watson

• In Memory of Walter Savage Landor

  Back to the flower-town, side by side,
  The bright months bring,
  New-born, the bridegroom and the bride, …

  Algernon Charles Swinburne

• A Welcome to “Boz”

  On His First Visit to the West
  COME as artist, come as guest,
  Welcome to the expectant West, …

  William Henry Venable

• Dickens in Camp

  Above the pines the moon was slowly drifting,
  The river sang below;
  The dim Sierras, far beyond, uplifting …

  Bret Harte

• To Thackeray

  O Gentler Censor of our age!
  Prime master of our ampler tongue!
  Whose word of wit and generous page …

  Richard Monckton Milnes, Lord Houghton

• Lachrymæ Musarum

  (6th October, 1892)
  LOW, like another’s, lies the laurelled head:
  The life that seemed a perfect song is o’er: …

  William Watson

• Robert Browning

  There is delight in singing, though none hear
  Beside the singer; and there is delight
  In praising, though the praiser sit alone …

  Walter Savage Landor

• The Burial of Robert Browning

  UPON St. Michael’s Isle
  They laid him for awhile
  That he might feel the Ocean’s full embrace, …

  Michael Field

• Joseph Rodman Drake

  Died in New York, September, 1820
  GREEN be the turf above thee,
  Friend of my better days! …

  Fitz-Greene Halleck

• Fitz-Greene Halleck

  [Read at the Unveiling of His Statue in Central Park, May, 1877]
  AMONG their graven shapes to whom
  Thy civic wreaths belong, …

  John Greenleaf Whittier

• On the Death of Thomas Carlyle and George Eliot

  Two souls diverse out of our human sight
  Pass, followed one with love and each with wonder:
  The stormy sophist with his mouth of thunder, …

  Algernon Charles Swinburne

• Lowell on Himself

  From “a Fable for Critics”
  THERE is Lowell, who ’s striving Parnassus to climb
  With a whole bale of isms tied together with rhyme. …

  James Russell Lowell

• “Out from behind this mask”

  To Confront His Own Portrait for “The Wound Dresser” in “Leaves of Grass”
  OUT from behind this bending, rough-cut mask,
  These lights and shades, this drama of the whole, …

  Walt Whitman

• To Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  On His Birthday, 27th February, 1867
  I NEED not praise the sweetness of his song,
  Where limpid verse to limpid verse succeeds …

  James Russell Lowell

• House

  Shall I sonnet-sing you about myself?
  Do I live in a house you would like to see?
  Is it scant of gear, has it store of pelf? …

  Robert Browning

• Art Criticism

  First bring me Raffael, who alone hath seen
  In all her purity heaven’s virgin queen,
  Alone hath felt true beauty; bring me then …

  Walter Savage Landor

• Anne Hathaway

  To the Idol of My Eye and Delight of My Heart, Anne Hathaway 1
  WOULD ye be taught, ye feathered throng,
  With love’s sweet notes to grace your song, …

  Anonymous

• The Poet’s Friend

  [Lord Bolingbroke]
  From “An Essay on Man,” Epistle IV.
  COME then, my friend! my genius! come along; …

  Alexander Pope

• A Bard’s Epitaph

  Is there a whim-inspirèd fool,
  Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule,
  Owre blate 1 to seek, owre proud to snool; 2 …

  Robert Burns

• The Prayer of Agassiz

  On the isle of Penikese,
  Ringed about by sapphire seas,
  Fanned by breezes salt and cool, …

  John Greenleaf Whittier

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