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| Preface | |
| About the Editors | |
| The Literature of the Late Nineteenth Century [New] | |
| Reading the Historical Context [New] | |
| From Life on the Mississippi [Sir Walter Scott and the Southern Character] [New] | |
| From The Invisible Empire [New] Reading the Critical Context | |
| From Criticism and Fiction [The Ideal Grasshopper] [American Fiction] | |
| The Art of Fiction [New] | ... MORE|
| Fenimore Coopers Literary Offences | |
| The Literature of the Late Nineteenth Century | |
| 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 | p. 49 |
| I never lost as much but twice | p. 67 |
| Success is counted sweetest | p. 125 |
| For each ecstatic instant | p. 130 |
| These are the days when Birds come back | p. 165 |
| A Wounded Deer leaps highest | p. 185 |
| Faith is a fine invention | p. 210 |
| The thought beneath so slight a film | p. 214 |
| I taste a liquor never brewed | p. 216 |
| Safe in their Alabaster Chambers | p. 241 |
| I like a look of Agony | p. 249 |
| Wild Nights Wild Nights! | p. 258 |
| Theres a certain Slant of light | p. 280 |
| I felt a Funeral, in my Brain | p. 287 |
| A Clock stopped | p. 303 |
| The Soul selects her own Society | p. 324 |
| Some keep the Sabbath going to Church | p. 328 |
| A Bird came down the Walk | p. 338 |
| I know that He exists | p. 341 |
| After great pain, a formal feeling comes | p. 401 |
| What Soft Cherubic Creatures | p. 414 |
| Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch | p. 435 |
| Much Madness is divinest Sense | p. 441 |
| This is my letter to the World | p. 448 |
| This was a Poet It is That | p. 449 |
| I died for Beauty but was scarce | p. 465 |
| I heard a Fly buzz when I died | p. 510 |
| It was not Death, for I stood up | p. 520 |
| I started Early Took my Dog | p. 585 |
| I like to see it lap the Miles | p. 613 |
| They shut me up in Prose | p. 632 |
| The Brain is wider than the sky | p. 640 |
| I cannot live with You | p. 650 |
| Pain has an Element of Blank | p. 657 |
| I dwell in Possibility | p. 670 |
| One need not be a | |
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