Poetry of the American Renaissance: A Diverse Anthology from the Romantic PeriodPaul Kane G. Braziller, 1995 - 383 من الصفحات This anthology, the most comprehensive available in a single volume, brings together all of the major poets of the American Renaissance along with many lesser-known poets now being rediscovered. A critical introduction situated the poetry in its historical context, informative headnotes introduce each poet, and notes to the poems provide helpful explanations to unusual words and references. This anthology, for the first time, presents the brilliant poetic legacy of the American Renaissance in a convenient and accessible format. |
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الصفحة 177
... Blood I have no Brother - they who meet me now Offer a hand with their own wills defiled , And while they wear a smooth unwrinkled brow Know not that Truth can never be beguiled ; Go wash the hand that still betrays thy guilt ; Before ...
... Blood I have no Brother - they who meet me now Offer a hand with their own wills defiled , And while they wear a smooth unwrinkled brow Know not that Truth can never be beguiled ; Go wash the hand that still betrays thy guilt ; Before ...
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... blood has freely flown , In adding to the tyrant's store . Father ! before thy throne we come , Not in the panoply of war , With pealing trump , and rolling drum , And cannon booming loud and far ; Striving in blood to wash out blood ...
... blood has freely flown , In adding to the tyrant's store . Father ! before thy throne we come , Not in the panoply of war , With pealing trump , and rolling drum , And cannon booming loud and far ; Striving in blood to wash out blood ...
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... blood at each fearful gash , And I saw her babes torn from her breast , Like trembling doves from their parent nest . I'd shudder and start if I heard the bay Of blood - hounds seizing their human prey . And I heard the captive plead in ...
... blood at each fearful gash , And I saw her babes torn from her breast , Like trembling doves from their parent nest . I'd shudder and start if I heard the bay Of blood - hounds seizing their human prey . And I heard the captive plead in ...
المحتوى
INTRODUCTION BY PAUL KANE | 23 |
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT 17941878 | 30 |
MARIA GOWEN BROOKS 1794?1845 | 39 |
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American American Renaissance angels beautiful beneath bird blood bloom born breath Brooks child clouds dark dead death Dickinson door doth dreams earth Edgar Allan Poe Emerson Emily Dickinson eyes father feet Fireside Poets flowers Frederick Goddard Tuckerman gaze GEORGE MOSES HORTON grass grave gray Greek mythology hand Harvard hath Hawthorne hear heard heart Heaven Henry David Thoreau HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL hills hour land leaves light living Longfellow look MARIA GOWEN BROOKS Melville Menken moon mother never night o'er ocean once pass Phoebe Cary poems poet poetry published river shadows shore sing sleep song soul sound spirit stars stood sweet tears thee thine Thoreau thou thought Timrod transcendentalist verse voice waves Whitman Whittier wild William Ellery Channing wind woman women wood word writing Zóphiël