musical quantity, is almost certainly a mistaken one. But the book he wrote to prove this mistaken theory is by far the most suggestive and inspiring that has ever dealt with the technique of verse. And in his own work he has written poetry more rich in music than we had before. He has learned all that there was to be learned from his predecessors, among them Swinburne, and then he has found for himself new melodies, and has taught something of them to the poets of a younger generation, and Richard Hovey. notably Buss Carman INDEX OF FIRST LINES A batter'd, wreck'd old man, 601. A beautiful and happy girl, 265. A carol closing sixty-nine-a résumé - a repeti- A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me A Christian! going, gone! 272. A cloud, like that the old-time Hebrew saw, 349. A dull uncertain brain, 93. A fleet with flags arrayed, 254. Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, 547. After an interval, reading, here in the midnight, 604. After surmounting three-score and ten, 608. Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown Ah, Clemence! when I saw thee last, 358. A line in long array where they wind betwixt All are architects of Fate, 149. All as God wills, who wisely heeds, 302. And as the light divides the dark, 93. And now gentlemen, 589. Andrew Rykman 's dead and gone, 307. And what is so rare as a day in June? 453. And who art thou? said I to the soft-falling 'A new commandment,' said the smiling Muse, 95. Annie and Rhoda, sisters twain, 339. Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, 72. An old man bending I come among new faces, An old man in a lodge within a park, 245. Apollo looked up, hearing footsteps approaching, 441. Arm'd year-year of the struggle, 571. As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, 252. A sight in camp in the daybreak gray and dim, As I lay with my head in your lap camerado, As life runs on, the road grows strange, 524. As sings the pine-tree in the wind, 95. As sinks the sun behind yon alien hills, 508. As the Greek's signal flame, by antique records As toilsome I wander'd Virginia's woods, 574. At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay, 235. A vision as of crowded streets, 245. Bathed in war's perfume - delicate flag! 581. Beloved! amid the earnest woes, 46. Beside that milestone where the level sun, 346. Boon Nature yields each day a brag which we now Bowing thyself in dust before a Book, 458. |