Three Centuries of American Poetry, 1620-1923A 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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He was dressed all in fur , from his head to his foot , And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot ; The bundle of Toys he had flung on his back , And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack .
He was dressed all in fur , from his head to his foot , And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot ; The bundle of Toys he had flung on his back , And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack .
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I do not press my fingers across my mouth , I keep as delicate around the bowels as around the head and heart , Copulation is no more rank to me than death is . I believe in the flesh and the appetites , Seeing , hearing , feeling , are ...
I do not press my fingers across my mouth , I keep as delicate around the bowels as around the head and heart , Copulation is no more rank to me than death is . I believe in the flesh and the appetites , Seeing , hearing , feeling , are ...
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... all these did the blows strike revenge , or the heads of the nobles fall ; The People scorn'd the ferocity of kings . ... Vague as the night , draped interminably , head , front and form , in scarlet folds , Whose face and eyes none ...
... all these did the blows strike revenge , or the heads of the nobles fall ; The People scorn'd the ferocity of kings . ... Vague as the night , draped interminably , head , front and form , in scarlet folds , Whose face and eyes none ...
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Three centuries of American poetry, 1620-1923
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Three centuries of American poetry, 1620-1923
معاينة المستخدمين - Not Available - Book VerdictIn the exceedingly brief, almost offhand introduction to this chunky anthology, the editors assert that "there ain't no canon," and that their aim is to hold out "an invitation to the reader of today ... قراءة التقييم بأكمله
المحتوى
JOHN SMITH | 3 |
JOHN COTTON OF QUEENS CREEK | 18 |
Poet I | 124 |
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