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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... rest I took, For sorrow neer I did not look, I waken'd was with thundring nois And Piteous shreiks of dreadfull voice. That fearfull sound of fire and fire, Let no man know is my Desire. I, starting up, the light did spye, And to my God ...
... rest I took, For sorrow neer I did not look, I waken'd was with thundring nois And Piteous shreiks of dreadfull voice. That fearfull sound of fire and fire, Let no man know is my Desire. I, starting up, the light did spye, And to my God ...
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... rest, So may we press to that vast mansion, ever blest. 24 Ye Fish which in this liquid Region 'bide, That for each season, have your habitation, Now salt, now fresh where you think best to glide To unknown coasts to give a visitation ...
... rest, So may we press to that vast mansion, ever blest. 24 Ye Fish which in this liquid Region 'bide, That for each season, have your habitation, Now salt, now fresh where you think best to glide To unknown coasts to give a visitation ...
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... rest, they plac'd the Arts divine: But this weake knot they will full soone untye, The Greeks did nought, but play the foole and lye. 7 Let Greeks be Greeks, and Women what they are, Men have precedency, and still excell, It is but ...
... rest, they plac'd the Arts divine: But this weake knot they will full soone untye, The Greeks did nought, but play the foole and lye. 7 Let Greeks be Greeks, and Women what they are, Men have precedency, and still excell, It is but ...
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... rest; while wee this truth report, Hee's gon from hence unto a higher Court To pleade his Cause: where he by this doth know Whether to Ceaser hee was friend, or foe. 6EDWARD TAYLOR (1642–1729) Prologue Lord, Can a Crumb of Dust.
... rest; while wee this truth report, Hee's gon from hence unto a higher Court To pleade his Cause: where he by this doth know Whether to Ceaser hee was friend, or foe. 6EDWARD TAYLOR (1642–1729) Prologue Lord, Can a Crumb of Dust.
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... of Humane Kind: But wanton Nature, void of Rest, Moulded the brittle Clay in Jest. At last, a Fancy very odd Took me, this was the Land of Nod, Planted at first when Vagrant Cain, His Broter had unjustly slain; Then, conscious of the Crime.
... of Humane Kind: But wanton Nature, void of Rest, Moulded the brittle Clay in Jest. At last, a Fancy very odd Took me, this was the Land of Nod, Planted at first when Vagrant Cain, His Broter had unjustly slain; Then, conscious of the Crime.
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