Whitman, Dickinson, and Melville occupy the guts of this anthology of approximately 300 poems, spanning the process the century, from Joel Barlow to Edwin Arlington Robinson, in terms of Bryant, Emerson, Longfellow, Whittier, Poe, Holmes, Jones Very, Thoreau, Lowell, and Lanier.
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Zigzag steerer, wasteland cheerer, permit me chase thy waving traces; maintain me closer, me thy hearer, making a song over shrubs and vines. Insect lover of the sunlight, pleasure of thy dominion! Sailor of the ambience; Swimmer throughout the waves of air; Voyager of sunshine and midday; Epicurean of June; Wait, I prithee, until I come inside of earshot of thy hum,— All with out is martyrdom. whilst the south wind, in may well days, With a internet of shining haze Silvers the horizon wall, And, with softness touching all, Tints the human countenance With a colour of romance, And, infusing sophisticated heats, Turns the sod to violets, Thou, in sunny solitudes, Rover of the underwoods, the golf green silence dost displace With thy mellow, breezy bass. sizzling midsummer’s petted crone, candy to me thy drowsy tone Tells of numerous sunny hours, lengthy days, and good banks of flora; Of gulfs of sweetness with out certain In Indian wildernesses came across; Of Syrian peace, immortal rest, Firmest cheer, and bird-like excitement. Aught unsavory or unclean Hath my insect by no means visible; yet violets and bilberry bells, Maple-sap, and daffodels, Grass with eco-friendly flag half-mast excessive, Succory to compare the sky, Columbine with horn of honey, Scented fern, and agrimony, Clover, catchfly, adder’s tongue, And brier roses, dwelt between; All beside was once unknown waste, All used to be photograph as he handed. Wiser a ways than human seer, Yellow-breeched thinker! Seeing simply what's reasonable, Sipping purely what's candy, Thou dost mock at destiny and care, depart the chaff, and take the wheat. whilst the fierce north-western blast Cools sea and land to this point and speedy, Thou already slumberest deep; Woe and wish thou canst outsleep; wish and woe, which torture us, Thy sleep makes ridiculous. 1839 THE SNOW-STORM introduced through all of the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, riding o’er the fields, turns out nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house on the garden’s finish. The sled and traveler stopped, the courier’s ft behind schedule, all buddies close out, the housemates take a seat round the radiant hearth, enclosed In a tumultuous privateness of typhoon. Come see the north wind’s masonry. Out of an unseen quarry evermore provided with tile, the fierce artificer Curves his white bastions with projected roof around each windward stake, or tree, or door. dashing, the myriad-handed, his wild paintings So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he For quantity or percentage. sarcastically, On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths; A swan-like shape invests the hidden thorn; Fills up the farmer’s lane from wall to wall, Maugre the farmer’s sighs; and, on the gate, A tapering turret overtops the paintings. And whilst his hours are numbered, and the area Is all his personal, retiring, as he weren't, Leaves, while the solar appears to be like, astonished paintings to imitate in sluggish constructions, stone by means of stone, inbuilt an age, the mad wind’s night-work, The frolic structure of the snow. 1841 GRACE How a lot, combating God! how a lot I owe To the defences thou hast around me set: instance, customized, worry, party slow,— those scorned bondmen have been my parapet.