Century Readings for a Course in American Literature, Volume 2

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Fred Lewis Pattee
Century Company, 1926 - American literature - 1081 pages
 

Contents

THOMAS GODFREY 17361763
63
SONGS AND Ballads of the COLONIAL AND REVOLUTIONARY PERIOD
69
Nathan Hale
75
JOHN DICKINSON 17321808
81
PATRICK HENRY 17361799
88
FRANCIS HOPKINSON 17371791
95
JOHN TRUMBULL 17501831
102
JOEL BARLOW 17541813
109
BENJAMIN FRANKLIN 17061790
117
GEORGE WASHINGTON 17321799
132
PHILIP FRENEAU 17521832
141
TIMOTHY DWIGHT 17521817
153
ALEXANDER WILSON 17661813
164
WILLIAM WIRT 17721834
175
DANIEL WEBSTER 17821852
183
WASHINGTON IRVING 17831859 104
194
JAMES FENIMORE COOPER 17891851
220
FITZGREENE HALLECK 17901867
237
WILLIAM HICKLING PRESCOTT 17961859
262
Early American Lyrists
269
RALPH WALDO EMERSON 18031882
281
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE 18041864
310
NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS 18061867
337
WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS 18061870
343
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW 18071882
355
Hiawathas Departure
373
Divina Commedia
379
JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER 18071892
381
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES 18091894
396
The Chambered Nautilus
413
EDGAR ALLAN POE 18091849
421
The Haunted Palace
427
Eleonora
438
The Raven
444
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE 18111896
449
JOHN LOTHROP MOTLEY 18141877
462
RICHARD HENRY DANA JR 18151882
472
HENRY DAVID THOREAU 18171862
480
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL 18191891
500
Ode Recited at the Harvard Commemoration July 21 1865
518
DONALD GRANT MITCHELL 18221908
528
FRANCIS PARKMAN 18231893
538
466
550
Some Lesser Poets of the MidCentury
560
ULYSSES SIMPSON GRANT 18221885
575
Little Giffen
586
EDWARD EVERETT HALE 18221909
618
THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON 18231911
627
BAYARD TAYLOR 18251878
635
ROSE TERRY COOKE 18271892
640

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