Who is George Edward Woodberry

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

BiographyEducation 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 ...
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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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Night 3 Dark 2 True 2 Great 2 Heart 2 Sweet 2 Star 2 World 2 War 2 Life 2


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DEAD, with their eyes to the foe,
Dead, with the foe at their feet;
Under the sky laid low
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Though the wind from the Camp of the
Slain Men blow,
And the rain on the wilderness beat.

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