Sesostris.—Of this poem Mr. Stoddard has the high praise that in imaginative quality it is unequalled in nineteenth century literature, unless by Leigh Hunt's sonnet on the Nile. The same critic does not scruple to declare of Mr. Mifflin that he has a "glorious imagination," and to prophesy for him a distinguished future. Seldom indeed has a first book of verse won such instant and universal appreciation as Mr. Mifflin's volume of sonnets, just issued as the "American Treasury" goes to press.
INDEX TO FIRST LINES.
A blight, a gloom, I know not what; [242]
All that thou art not, makes not up the sum; [267]
All the long August afternoon; [223]
A man said unto his angel; [211]
Another lamb, O Lamb of God, behold; [266]
Around the rocky headlands, far and near; [271]
As a fond mother, when the day is o'er; [63]