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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... rise From Quaugmires, run ore bogs where frogs do Croake, Lead all astray led by them by the eyes. My muddy Words so dark thy Deity, And cloude thy Sun-Shine, and its Shining Sky. . . . . from [77] Meditation. Zech. 9.11. The Pit ...
... rise From Quaugmires, run ore bogs where frogs do Croake, Lead all astray led by them by the eyes. My muddy Words so dark thy Deity, And cloude thy Sun-Shine, and its Shining Sky. . . . . from [77] Meditation. Zech. 9.11. The Pit ...
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... rise, And both my Mammularies Circumcise. Shall Spirits thus my Mammularies suck? (As Witches Elves their teats,) and draw from thee My Dear, Dear Spirit after fumes of muck? Be Dunghill Damps more sweet than Graces bee? Lord, clear ...
... rise, And both my Mammularies Circumcise. Shall Spirits thus my Mammularies suck? (As Witches Elves their teats,) and draw from thee My Dear, Dear Spirit after fumes of muck? Be Dunghill Damps more sweet than Graces bee? Lord, clear ...
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... tread, Spurn at the sand, and curse the rebel dead. The Vanity of Existence—To Thyrsis In youth, gay scenes attract our eyes, And not suspecting their decay Life's flowery fields before us rise, Regardless of its winter.
... tread, Spurn at the sand, and curse the rebel dead. The Vanity of Existence—To Thyrsis In youth, gay scenes attract our eyes, And not suspecting their decay Life's flowery fields before us rise, Regardless of its winter.
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... rise, Regardless of its winter day. But vain pursuits and joys as vain, Convince us life is but a dream. Death is to wake, to rise again To that true life you best esteem. So nightly on some shallow tide, Oft have I seen a splendid show ...
... rise, Regardless of its winter day. But vain pursuits and joys as vain, Convince us life is but a dream. Death is to wake, to rise again To that true life you best esteem. So nightly on some shallow tide, Oft have I seen a splendid show ...
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... the whole human race by sin had fall'n, He deign'd to die that they might rise again, And share with him in the sublimest skies, Life without death, and glory without end. Improve your privileges while they stay, Ye pupils, and each.
... the whole human race by sin had fall'n, He deign'd to die that they might rise again, And share with him in the sublimest skies, Life without death, and glory without end. Improve your privileges while they stay, Ye pupils, and each.
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