Richard hovey biography

Richard Hovey

American poet (1864–1900)

Richard Hovey

Richard Hovey, from the frontispiece of To the End of the Trail (1908).

Born(1864-05-04)May 4, 1864
Normal, Illinois
DiedFebruary 24, 1900(1900-02-24) (aged 35)
New York, New York
Occupationpoet, playwright, translator
NationalityAmerican
Period1880 – 1900
Notable worksSongs from Vagabondia

Richard Hovey (May 4, 1864 – February 24, 1900) was an American poet. Graduating from Dartmouth College in 1885, he is known in part for penning the school Alma Mater, Men of Dartmouth.

Biography

Hovey was born in Normal, Illinois, the son of Major General Charles Edward Hovey and Harriet Spofford Hovey. He grew up in North Amherst, Massachusetts, and in Washington, D.C., before attending Dartmouth. His first volume of poems was privately published in 1880.

He collaborated with Canadian poet Bliss Carman on three volumes of "tramp" verse: Songs from Vagabondia (1894), More Songs from Vagabondia (1896), and Last Songs from Vagabondia (1900), the last being pub

Richard Hovey was a 19th century American poet, dramatist and translator who lived a tragically short life. He was a student of Dartmouth College, the famous New Hampshire Ivy League college, and he had the honour of being the writer of the school Alma Mater, titled Men of Dartmouth. He was described in many quarters as quite a self-conscious man and it is believed that he tried to model himself, both in clothing and mannerisms, on Oscar Wilde.

He was born on the 4th May 1864 in Normal, Illinois, into a military family. His father was the Union Army Major-General Charles Edward Hovey. When his father left the Army Richard found himself growing up first in North Amherst, Massachusetts and then in Washington D.C. before going on to Dartmouth. He was a talented poet even at an early age, having his first volume published privately when he was only sixteen years old.

He graduated from college in 1885 and, within two years, he had forged a friendship with fellow poet Bliss Carman and the two collaborated on a number of writing projects. They invented a fictitious place called V

Richard Hovey

I am fevered with the sunset,
I am fretful with the bay,
For the wander-thirst is on me
And my soul is in Cathay.
...

You to the left and I to the right,
For the ways of men must sever—
And it well may be for a day and a night,
And it well may be forever.
...

We came to birth in battle; when we pass,
It shall be to the thunder of the drums.
We are not one that weeps and saith Alas,
...

As one of those huge monsters of the sky,
Fierce with the flame of fiery floating hair,
Falls from the zenith through the upper air,
...

IF thou canst not from some superior sphere
Look down upon this world that gave thee birth
Or from some glad abode of stingless mirth
...

There is no escape by the river,
There is no flight left by the fen;
We are compassed about by the shiver
Of the night of their marching men.
...

My love for thee doth take me unaware,
   When most with lesser things my brain is wrought,
   As in some nimble interchange of thought
The silence enters, and the talkers stare.
...

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