CONTENTS.

A MEMOIR OF BRYANT, by Richard Henry Stoddard.

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A CHRONOLOGY OF BRYANT'S LIFE, compiled by Henry C. Sturges . xxxi

A CHRONOLOGY OF BRYANT'S POEMS, compiled by Henry C. Sturges.

A LIST OF THE PRINCIPAL EDITIONS OF BRYANT'S WRITINGS, Com-

piled by Henry C. Sturges

A LIST OF SEPARATE PUBLICATIONS BY BRYANT, Compiled by Henry

C. Sturges

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A LIST OF ORATIONS AND ADDRESSES BY BRYANT, compiled by

Henry C. Sturges.

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A LIST OF ESSAYS AND REVIEWS BY BRYANT, compiled by Henry

C. Sturges.

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A LIST OF WORKS EDITED BY BRYANT OR CONTAINING INTRODUCTIONS

AND ORIGINAL CONTRIBUTIONS, compiled by Henry C. Sturges.

A List of Biographies of BRYANT, compiled by Henry C. Sturges. cxxiv

A LIST OF MEMORIAL ADDRESSES ON BRYANT, ETC., compiled by

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.

-Portrait of the author

"Nature, in her calm, majestic march"

Go forth, under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings".

"Beside the snow-bank's edges cold"

. Had shaken down on earth the feathery snow, And all was white"

"... yon clear spring, that, midst its herbs, Wells softly forth and wandering steeps the roots Of half the mighty forest"

Heavily poured on the shuddering ground'

Ah me! what armed nations-Asian horde,
And Libyan host, the Scythian and the Gaul-
Have swept your base and through your passes poured"

*Midst greens and shades the Catterskill leaps"

Here are old trees, tall oaks, and gnarlèd pines"

"The sheltered glens are lovely and the rivulet's song is sweet "

"... Oft we trod a waste of pearly sands, Spotted with rosy shells, and thence looked in

At caverns of the sea whose rock-roofed halls
Lay in blue twilight"

"The elder of the brothers, as he stood
Upon the hillside, had beheld the maid,
Emerging from the channel of the brook,
With three fresh water-lilies in her hand "

“And in that hall a joyous multitude

Of these by whom its glistening walls were reared "

"Around that little grave, in the long night,
Frost-wreaths were laid and tufts of silvery rime
In shape like blades and blossoms of the field"

"Deem not the framing of a deathless lay The pastime of a drowsy summer day"

"... Do there not run

→. Strange shudderings through your fibres when the are Is raised against you, and the shining blade

Deals blow on blow!".

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