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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... tears) the Son of God most dread; Who with his Train comes on amain To Judge both Quick and Dead. 21 Thus every one before the Throne of Christ the Judge is brought, Both righteous and impious that good or ill had wrought. A separation ...
... tears) the Son of God most dread; Who with his Train comes on amain To Judge both Quick and Dead. 21 Thus every one before the Throne of Christ the Judge is brought, Both righteous and impious that good or ill had wrought. A separation ...
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... tears arise, and cleare this filth away. Lord, let thy spirit raise my sighings till These Pipes my soule do with thy sweetness fill. Earth once was Paradise of Heaven below Till inkefac'd sin had it with poyson stockt And Chast this ...
... tears arise, and cleare this filth away. Lord, let thy spirit raise my sighings till These Pipes my soule do with thy sweetness fill. Earth once was Paradise of Heaven below Till inkefac'd sin had it with poyson stockt And Chast this ...
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... tear, when passing by; O'er the mean tombs insulting Britons 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 ...
... tear, when passing by; O'er the mean tombs insulting Britons 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 ...
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... tear. By Nature's self in white arrayed, She bade thee shun the vulgar eye, And planted here the guardian shade, And sent soft waters murmuring by; Thus quietly thy summer goes, Thy days declining to repose. Smit with those charms, that ...
... tear. By Nature's self in white arrayed, She bade thee shun the vulgar eye, And planted here the guardian shade, And sent soft waters murmuring by; Thus quietly thy summer goes, Thy days declining to repose. Smit with those charms, that ...
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... tears my food. Without regard, what no more English blood? Was length of time drove from our English viens. The kindred he to Great Brittania deigns? Tis thus with thee O Brittain keeping down New English force, thou fear'st his Tyranny ...
... tears my food. Without regard, what no more English blood? Was length of time drove from our English viens. The kindred he to Great Brittania deigns? Tis thus with thee O Brittain keeping down New English force, thou fear'st his Tyranny ...
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