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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... our gain, our losse the more. Another. Here lies the pride of Queens, pattern of Kings, So blaze it fame, here's feathers for thy wings, Here lies the envy'd, yet unparralell'd Prince, Whose living vertues Epitaphs for Queen Elizabeth.
... our gain, our losse the more. Another. Here lies the pride of Queens, pattern of Kings, So blaze it fame, here's feathers for thy wings, Here lies the envy'd, yet unparralell'd Prince, Whose living vertues Epitaphs for Queen Elizabeth.
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... wings with her a while to take my flight. 27 O merry Bird (said I) that fears no snares, That neither toyles nor hoards up in thy barn, Feels no sad thoughts nor cruciating cares To gain more good, or shun what might thee harm Thy ...
... wings with her a while to take my flight. 27 O merry Bird (said I) that fears no snares, That neither toyles nor hoards up in thy barn, Feels no sad thoughts nor cruciating cares To gain more good, or shun what might thee harm Thy ...
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... Wings . . . . The Fiery Darts of Satan stob my heart. His Punyards Thrusts are deep, and venom'd too. His Arrows wound my thoughts, Words, Works, each part They all a bleeding ly by th' Stobs, and rue. His Aire I breath in, poison doth ...
... Wings . . . . The Fiery Darts of Satan stob my heart. His Punyards Thrusts are deep, and venom'd too. His Arrows wound my thoughts, Words, Works, each part They all a bleeding ly by th' Stobs, and rue. His Aire I breath in, poison doth ...
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... wing, And glory, glory, did I sing, To Jesus Christ my Lord. Come, needy sinners, hear me tell What boundless love in Jesus dwell, How Mercy doth abound; Let none of mercy doubting stand, Since I the chief of sinners am, Yet I have ...
... wing, And glory, glory, did I sing, To Jesus Christ my Lord. Come, needy sinners, hear me tell What boundless love in Jesus dwell, How Mercy doth abound; Let none of mercy doubting stand, Since I the chief of sinners am, Yet I have ...
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... wings, Painted with fancies of malignant power! 6 By some sad means, when Reason holds no sway, Lonely Irov'd at midnight o'er a plain Where murmuring streams and mingling rivers flow Far to their springs, or seek the sea again. 8 Dark ...
... wings, Painted with fancies of malignant power! 6 By some sad means, when Reason holds no sway, Lonely Irov'd at midnight o'er a plain Where murmuring streams and mingling rivers flow Far to their springs, or seek the sea again. 8 Dark ...
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