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THE present enlarged edition of the “Library of Poetry and Song” has

been projected with a view of making the collection more perfect, both in the choice of poems and the variety of sources from which they are derived. Within a very few years past several names of eminence have been added to the list of poets in our language, and every reader would expect to find samples of their verse in an anthology like this, to say nothing of the air of freshness which these would give.

That the demand for compilations of this character is genuine and very general is sufficiently demonstrated by the appearance, since the first edition of this was published, of Emerson's “ Parnassus” and Whittier's " Songs of Three Centuries." These, however, do not seem to have supplanted Dana's “Household Book of Poetry,” which still retains its popularity. It often happens that the same household contains several of these publications. The present volume, moreover, in addition to the fullness of its material, has been got up with much expense in the way of engraved illustrations, so that it will occupy a place by itself. Regarded from a literary point of view, it owes much to the expert hands of Mr. Knight and Mr. Raymond, who have assisted in its compilation and the perfecting of its details. The first edition has proved, commercially speaking, one of the most successful publications of the day; and if the compilation in its present shape should meet with the same favor, the Publishers, it seems to me, can ask no more.

When I saw that Mr. Emerson had omitted to include any of his own poems in the collection entitled “ Parnassus," I doubted, for a while, whether


I ought not to have practiced the same reserve. Yet when I considered that the omission on his part was so far a defect, and that there is not a reader of his volume who would not have been better pleased to possess several of his poems along with the others, I became better satisfied with what I had done, and allowed such of my poems as I had included to remain. In one respect, at least, the present compilation will have the advantage over Mr. Emerson's, namely, that it contains several of the poems with which he has enriched our



July, 1876.

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thup brethren oftmankind And clottw, lu word of flame? Thoughtī that thall live within the generul

suund, Deem'rul the framing of a deathtasilay The paalina of a díowely Vumma-dog

Bur-gave-all thy Powers And wreck them on the vene that thou dostavernes

And in the lonely hours , olt-kilent morning or at wakeful ever While the tiatm current

tingles throughtley veine, Set forth the Autning worddei fliend-chrome

No sucotho avrayfof prade? Artfulleg Herught-and-érdézs thereghit-hey

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decret wouldst thou know

To touch the heat or furethodblood at will,

Let thine
Lélthy lepe Quwerwrito the paddiorate thiu;
leize the guesthought ere yetite power bepadt,
And bied in words, the fleet-emotion fact,

tejes derflow:


Dhew, vhvrild they

verde appear
Wasting and haréh and all rmaptly wroeght,
Foich the crede lineurth

Saveriw domoment of impassioned thoughts
Theu sunimowback ihoengusal glasaud Truend
Dhe straw wikłopture that aritofire was peunedo



empty gutt
of passion fina anuttu-unw in thy lay

Ablash that whirld the treet
Along the howling etreet and died away;
coluí feelkuglof calm power and mighty pweep,
Like currents journeying through the windle so deep .

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