Three Centuries of American PoetryAllen Mandelbaum, Robert D. Richardson, Jr. Random House Publishing Group, 14/10/2009 - 768 من الصفحات A comprehensive overview of America's vast poetic heritage, Three Centuries of American Poetry features the work of some 150 of our nation's finest writers. It includes selections from Anne Bradstreet, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Emily Dickinson, Edgar Allan Poe, Walt Whitman, T. S. Eliot, Ezra Pound, William Carlos Williams, e. e. cummings, Wallace Stevens, Robert Frost, and Gertrude Stein, as well as significant works of lesser-known American poets. From the Revolutionary and Civil Wars to the Romantic Era and the Gilded and Modern Ages, this unrivaled anthology also presents a memorable array of rare ballads, songs, hymns, spirituals, and carols that echo through our nation's history. Highlights include Native American poems, African American writings, and the works of Quakers, colonists, Huguenots, transcendentalists, scholars, slaves, politicians, journalists, and clergymen. These discerning selections demonstrate that the American canon of poetry is as diverse as the nation itself, and constantly evolving as we pass through time. Most important, this collection strongly reflects the peerless stylings that mark the American poetic experience as unique. Here, in one distinguished volume, are the many voices of the New World. |
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... blood his future good he hopes to raise. 14 There Abel keeps his sheep, no ill he thinks, His brother comes, then acts his fratricide, The Virgin Earth, of blood her first draught drinks But.
... blood his future good he hopes to raise. 14 There Abel keeps his sheep, no ill he thinks, His brother comes, then acts his fratricide, The Virgin Earth, of blood her first draught drinks But.
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... blood her first draught drinks But since that time she often hath been cloy'd; The wretch with gastly face and dreadful mind, Thinks each he sees will serve him in his kind, Though none on Earth but kindred near then could he find. 15 ...
... blood her first draught drinks But since that time she often hath been cloy'd; The wretch with gastly face and dreadful mind, Thinks each he sees will serve him in his kind, Though none on Earth but kindred near then could he find. 15 ...
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... blood The Heathen made, and drew into a flood? Who i'st must please our Cause? nor Trump nor Drum Nor Deputations; these alass are dumb, And Cannot speake. Our Arms (though nere so strong) Will want the aide of his Commanding tongue ...
... blood The Heathen made, and drew into a flood? Who i'st must please our Cause? nor Trump nor Drum Nor Deputations; these alass are dumb, And Cannot speake. Our Arms (though nere so strong) Will want the aide of his Commanding tongue ...
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... blood red grown with Sin. I in this Pit all Destitute of Light Cram'd full of Horrid Darkness, here do Crawle Up over head, and Eares, in Nauseous plight: And Swinelike Wallow in this mire, and Gall: No Heavenly Dews nor Holy Waters ...
... blood red grown with Sin. I in this Pit all Destitute of Light Cram'd full of Horrid Darkness, here do Crawle Up over head, and Eares, in Nauseous plight: And Swinelike Wallow in this mire, and Gall: No Heavenly Dews nor Holy Waters ...
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... blood all clotted, burdening my heart, That Anger's anvill, and my bark bears moss. My Spirits soakt are drunke with blackish Art. If any Vertue stir, it is but feeble. Th'Earth Magnet is, my heart's the trembling needle. My Mannah ...
... blood all clotted, burdening my heart, That Anger's anvill, and my bark bears moss. My Spirits soakt are drunke with blackish Art. If any Vertue stir, it is but feeble. Th'Earth Magnet is, my heart's the trembling needle. My Mannah ...
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