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BOSTON:
JAMES R. OSGOOD AND COMPANY,
LATE TICKNOR & FIELDS, AND FIELDS, Osgood, & Co.

1877.

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PREFACE.

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T would be doing injustice to the compiler of this volume to suppose

that his work implied any lack of appreciation of the excellent anthologies already published in this country. Dana's “Household Book of Poetry” is no misnomer; and the honored names of Bryant and Emerson are a sufficient guaranty for “Parnassus” and the “ Library of Song.” With no thought of superseding or even of entering into direct competition with these large and valuable collections, it has been my design to gather up in a comparatively small volume, easily accessible to all classes of readers, the wisest thoughts, rarest fancies, and devoutest hymns of the metrical authors of the last three centuries. To use Shelley's definition of poetry, I have endeavored to give something like “a record of the best thoughts and happiest moments of the best and happiest minds.” The plan of my work has compelled me to confine myself, in a great measure, to the lyrical productions of the authors quoted, and to use only the briefer poems of the old dramatists and such voluminous writers as Spenser, Milton, Dryden, Cowper, Pope, Byron, Scott, Wordsworth, and the Brownings. Of course, no anthology, however ample its extracts, could do justice to the illimitable genius of Shakespeare.

It is possible that it may be thought an undue prominence has been given to the poetry of the period beginning with Cowper and reaching down to Tennyson and his living contemporaries. But it must be considered that the last century bas been prolific in song; and, if Shakespeare and Milton still keep their unapproachable position, “ souls like stars that dwell apart," there can be little doubt that the critical essayist of the twentieth century will make a large advance upon the present estimate, not only of Cowper and Burns, but of Wordsworth, Coleridge, Shelley, Keats, Browning, Tennyson, and Emerson.

It will be seen that the middle of the sixteenth century is the earliest date of my citations. The great name of Chaucer does not appear ; and some of the best of the early ballad poetry of England and Scotland has been reluc

tantly omitted. James I., whose Queen's Quhair has hidden his kingly crown under the poet's garland, William Dunbar, and Sackville, Earl of Dorset, may well be thought worthy of a place in any collection of English verse, but the language and rhythm of these writers render them wellnigh unintelligible to the ordinary reader.

The selections I have made indicate, in a general way, my preferences; but I have not felt at liberty to oppose my own judgment or prejudice to the best critical authorities, or to attempt a reversal of the verdicts of Time. It would be too much to hope that I have, in all cases, made the best possible exposition of an author's productions. Judging from my own experience in looking over selected poems, I cannot doubt that my readers will often have occasion to question the wisdom of iny choice, and regret the omission of favorite pieces. It is rarely that persons of equal capacity for right judging can be found to coincide entirely in regard to the merits of a particular poem. The canons of criticism are by no means fixed and infallible; and the fashion of poetry, like that of the world, “passeth away.” Not only every age, but every reader, holds the right of private judgment. It would be difficult for any literary inquisitor-general to render a good reason for condemning as a heretic the man who finds the “Castle of Indolence” pleasanter reading than the “Faerie Queene,” who prefers Cowper to Dryden, Scott to Byron, and Shelley to Scott, who passes by Moore's “ Lalla Rookh” to take up Clough's “ Bothie of Tober-na Vuolich,” who thinks Emerson's “ Threnody” better than Milton's “ Lycidas,” and who would not exchange a good old ballad or a song of Burns for the stateliest of epics.

The considerable space which I have given to American authors will, I trust, find its justification in the citations from their writings. The poetical literature of our country can scarcely be said to have a longer date than that of a single generation. As a matter of fact, the very fathers of it are still living. It really commenced with Bryant's “ Thanatopsis” and Dana's " Buccaneer.” The grave, philosophic tone, chaste simplicity of language, freedom of versification, and freshness anul truth of illustration, which marked the former poem, and the terse realisin of the “ Buccaneer," with its stern pictures of life and nature drawn with few strokes sharp and vigorous as those of Retzsch's outlines, left the weak imitators of an artificial school without an audience. All further attempts to colonize the hills and pastures of New England from old mythologies were abandoned ; our boys and girls no longer figured in impossible pastorals. If we have no longer ambitious Columbiads and Conquests of Canaan, we have at least truth and nature, wit and wisdom, in Bryant's “Robert of Lincoln,” Emerson's “ Humblebee,” Lowell's “ Courtin',” and “ The One-Hoss Shay” of Holmes.

In dealing with contemporary writers I have found myself embarrassed by

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