I lived from 1864-1900. I was from the United States, and am in the Americas category.
I was influenced by poet Walt Whitman.
Richard Hovey poet and dramatist, was born in Normal, Illinois, on May 4 1864. He was an admirer of Walt Whitman and of Elizabethan writers as well. Hovey received enthusiasms of conventional schools - especially Stedman - and modernists who were attacting attention near the end of the century.
He lived in Washington, D.C., and he graduated from Dartmouth College, New Hampshire. He studied at the General Theological Seminary in New York, he became a lay assistant at the Church of St. Mary the Virgin. While in attendance there he accepted the profession of literature, and ended his career as professor of English Literature, though brief as it was, in Barnard College and as a lecturer in Columbia University.
Married Mrs. Henriette Russell on January 17, 1894. He was working on 9 works but only completed 4 of them because of his untimely death on February 24, 1900 in New York City at the age of 35.
He lived in Washington, D.C., and he graduated from Dartmouth College, New Hampshire. He studied at the General Theological Seminary in New York, he became a lay assistant at the Church of St. Mary the Virgin. While in attendance there he accepted the profession of literature, and ended his career as professor of English Literature, though brief as it was, in Barnard College and as a lecturer in Columbia University.
Married Mrs. Henriette Russell on January 17, 1894. He was working on 9 works but only completed 4 of them because of his untimely death on February 24, 1900 in New York City at the age of 35.
Popular poetry
- For the Fly-Leaf of an Autograph Album
THESE college days of jollity and mirth15 lines - \Interior of a cavern in the bowels of the earth, beneath Mount Hecla. Huge rock-fragments, amid which twists tortuously a great root of the tree Yggdrasil. A f1197 lines
- Oh, Eleazar Wheelock was a very pious man;
He went into the wilderness to teach the Indian,18 lines, 2 comments - You will betray me--oh, deny it not!
What right have I, alas, to say you nay?14 lines - When I am standing on a mountain crest,
Or hold the tiller in the dashing spray,14 lines - Here falls no light of sun nor stars;
No stir nor striving here intrudes;28 lines - WHEN we are dead I firmly do believe
We shall slip back into the primal sea13 lines






