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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F.E.W. HARPER ( 1824-1911 ) Bury Me in a Free Land Make me a grave where'er you will , In a lowly plain , or a lofty hill , Make it among earth's humblest graves , But not in a land where men are slaves . a a I could not rest if around ...
F.E.W. HARPER ( 1824-1911 ) Bury Me in a Free Land Make me a grave where'er you will , In a lowly plain , or a lofty hill , Make it among earth's humblest graves , But not in a land where men are slaves . a a I could not rest if around ...
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But no one heard them passing , None saw their chosen grave ; It was the angels secret Where Moses should be laid . And when the grave was finished , They trod with golden sandals Above the sacred spot , And the brightest , fairest ...
But no one heard them passing , None saw their chosen grave ; It was the angels secret Where Moses should be laid . And when the grave was finished , They trod with golden sandals Above the sacred spot , And the brightest , fairest ...
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Out of a grave I come to tell you this , Out of a grave I come to quench the kiss That flames upon your forehead with a glow That blinds you to the way that you must go . Yes , there is yet one way to where she is , Bitter , but one ...
Out of a grave I come to tell you this , Out of a grave I come to quench the kiss That flames upon your forehead with a glow That blinds you to the way that you must go . Yes , there is yet one way to where she is , Bitter , but one ...
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Contents
JOHN SMITH | 3 |
JOHN COTTON OF QUEENS CREEK | 18 |
Poet I | 124 |
Copyright | |
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Three Centuries of American Poetry, 1620-1923 Allen Mandelbaum,Robert D. Richardson No preview available - 1999 |
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