Table of Content
Preface About the Editors The Literature of the Late Nineteenth Century [NEW] Reading the Historical Context [NEW] MARK TWAIN (1835-1910) FROM Life on the Mississippi [Sir Walter Scott and the Southern Character] [NEW] ALBION TOURGE (1838-1905) FROM The Invisible Empire [NEW] Reading the Critical Context WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS (1837-1920) FROM Criticism and Fiction [The Ideal Grasshopper] [American Fiction] HENRY JAMES (1843-1916) The Art of Fiction [NEW] MARK TWAIN (1835-1910) Fenimore Coopers Literary Offences The Literature of the Late Nineteenth Century WALT WHITMAN (18191892) Preface to the 1855 Edition of Leaves of Grass Song of Myself FROM Inscriptions To You Ones-Self I Sing When I read the book I Hear America Singing Poets to Come FROM Children of Adam From pent-up aching rivers Out of the rolling ocean the crowd As Adam, Early in the Morning Once I passd through a populous city Facing west from Californias shores FROM Calamus In paths untrodden Scented herbage of my breast What Think You I take My Pen In Hand? I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing I hear it was charged against me Crossing Brooklyn Ferry FROM Sea-Drift Out of the cradle endlessly rocking As I ebbd with the ocean of life FROM By the Roadside When I heard the learnd astronomer The Dalliance of the Eagles FROM Drum-Taps Beat! Beat! Drums! Cavalry Crossing a Ford Bivouac on a Mountain Side Vigil strange I kept on the field one night A march in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown A sight in camp in the daybreak gray and dim The Wound-Dresser FROM Memories of President Lincoln When lilacs last in the dooryard bloomd FROM Autumn Rivulets There was a child went forth Sparkles from the Wheel Who Learns My Lesson Complete? Passage to India The Sleepers From Whispers of Heavenly Death A noiseless patient spider FROM Noon to Starry Night To a Locomotive in Winter FROM Democratic Vistas EMILY DICKINSON (18301886) 49 I never lost as much but twice 67 Success is counted sweetest 125 For each ecstatic instant 130 These are the days when Birds come back 165 A Wounded Deer leaps highest 185 Faith is a fine invention 210 The thought beneath so slight a film 214 I taste a liquor never brewed 216 Safe in their Alabaster Chambers 241 I like a look of Agony 249 Wild Nights Wild Nights! 258 Theres a certain Slant of light 280 I felt a Funeral, in my Brain 287 A Clock stopped 303 The Soul selects her own Society 324 Some keep the Sabbath going to Church 328 A Bird came down the Walk 338 I know that He exists 341 After great pain, a formal feeling comes 401 What Soft Cherubic Creatures 414 Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch 435 Much Madness is divinest Sense 441 This is my letter to the World 448 This was a Poet It is That 449 I died for Beauty but was scarce 465 I heard a Fly buzz when I died 510 It was not Death, for I stood up 520 I started Early Took my Dog 585 I like to see it lap the Miles 613 They shut me up in Prose 632 The Brain is wider than the sky 640 I cannot live with You 650 Pain has an Element of Blank 657 I dwell in Possibility 670 One need not be a
