Category: Poetry
This _jeu d’esprit_ was extemporized, I may fairly say, so rapidly was it written, purely for my own amusement, and with no thought of publication. I sent daily instalments of it to a friend in New York, the late CHAS F. BRIGGS. He urged me to let it be printed and I at last c...
This _jeu d’esprit_ was extemporized, I may fairly say, so rapidly was it written, purely for my own amusement, and with no thought of publication. I sent daily instalments of i...
4. Part 4“Don’t suppose I would underrate Cooper’s abilities; If I thought you’d do that, I should feel very ill at ease; The men who have given to _one_ character life And objective exi...
3. Part 3“There comes ----, for instance; to see him’s rare sport, Tread in Emerson’s tracks with legs painfully short; How he jumps, how he strains, and gets red in the face, To keep st...
2. Part 2’Twould be endless to tell you the things that he knew, Each a separate fact, undeniably true, But with him or each other they’d nothing to do; No power of combining, arranging,...
5. Part 5Here, “Forgive me, Apollo,” I cried, “while I pour My heart out to my birthplace: O loved more and more Dear Baystate, from whose rocky bosom thy sons Should suck milk, strong-w...