Who is George Edward Woodberry

George Edward Woodberry, Litt. D., LL. D. (May 12, 1855 – January 2, 1930) was an American literary critic and poet.

Biography

Education

Woodberry was born in Beverly, Massachusetts, on May 12, 1855. The Woodberrys or Woodburys—various spellings of the name exist—immigrated early and, since settlement took root on the North Shore, have been native to Beverly and neighboring seaport towns. Receiving his preparation at the Phillips Exeter Academy, he entered Harvard College in 1872. Owing, however, to ill health, he was unable to continue with his class. He re-entered in 1875 and was graduated in 1877. Another distinguished member was the then Governor of Massachusetts. Woodberry took highest final honors in philosophy, and was awarded an Oratio...
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George Edward Woodberry Poems

• The Secret
  Nightingales warble about it,
  All night under blossom and star;
  The wild swan is dying without it,
  And the eagle crieth afar;...
• Comrades
  Where are the friends that I knew in my Maying,
  In the days of my youth, in the first of my roaming?
  We were dear; we were leal; O, far we went straying;
  Now never a heart to my heart comes homing!-...
• At Gibraltar
  I
  
  England, I stand on thy imperial ground,
  Not all a stranger; as thy bugles blow,...

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