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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... keep the Sabbath going to Church 326 I cannot dance upon my Toes 341 After great pain, a formal feeling comes 346 Not probable—The barest Chance 352 Perhaps I asked too large 355 'Tis Opposites—entice 356 The Day that I was crowned.
... keep the Sabbath going to Church 326 I cannot dance upon my Toes 341 After great pain, a formal feeling comes 346 Not probable—The barest Chance 352 Perhaps I asked too large 355 'Tis Opposites—entice 356 The Day that I was crowned.
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... feeling knowledg hath. Thy presence makes it day, thy absence night, Quaternal Seasons caused by thy might: Hail Creature, full of sweetness, beauty & delight. 7 Art thou so full of glory, that no Eye Hath strength, thy shining Rayes ...
... feeling knowledg hath. Thy presence makes it day, thy absence night, Quaternal Seasons caused by thy might: Hail Creature, full of sweetness, beauty & delight. 7 Art thou so full of glory, that no Eye Hath strength, thy shining Rayes ...
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... Feels no sad thoughts nor cruciating cares To gain more good, or shun what might thee harm Thy cloaths ne're wear, thy meat is every where, Thy bed a bough, thy drink the water cleer, Reminds not what is past, nor whats to come dost ...
... Feels no sad thoughts nor cruciating cares To gain more good, or shun what might thee harm Thy cloaths ne're wear, thy meat is every where, Thy bed a bough, thy drink the water cleer, Reminds not what is past, nor whats to come dost ...
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... feel the wrath of God. I heard some tell how Christ did give His life, to let the sinner live; But him I could not see: This solemn truth did still remain— The sinner must be born again, Or dwell in misery. But as my soul, with dying ...
... feel the wrath of God. I heard some tell how Christ did give His life, to let the sinner live; But him I could not see: This solemn truth did still remain— The sinner must be born again, Or dwell in misery. But as my soul, with dying ...
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... feel this Iron chain Turn, O Brittania claim thy child again Riecho Love drive by thy powerful charms Indolence Slumbering in forgetful arms See Agenoria diligent imploys Her sons, and thus with rapture she replys Arise my sons with one ...
... feel this Iron chain Turn, O Brittania claim thy child again Riecho Love drive by thy powerful charms Indolence Slumbering in forgetful arms See Agenoria diligent imploys Her sons, and thus with rapture she replys Arise my sons with one ...
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