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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Once at thy Feast , I saw thee Pearle - like stand ' Tween Heaven , and Earth where Heavens Bright glory all In streams fell on thee , as a floodgate and , Like Sun Beams through thee on the World to Fall .
Once at thy Feast , I saw thee Pearle - like stand ' Tween Heaven , and Earth where Heavens Bright glory all In streams fell on thee , as a floodgate and , Like Sun Beams through thee on the World to Fall .
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Did God mould up this Bread in Heaven , and bake , Which from his table came , and to thine goeth ? Doth he bespeake thee thus , This Soule Bread take . Come Eate thy fill of this thy Gods White Loafe ? Its Food too fine for Angells ...
Did God mould up this Bread in Heaven , and bake , Which from his table came , and to thine goeth ? Doth he bespeake thee thus , This Soule Bread take . Come Eate thy fill of this thy Gods White Loafe ? Its Food too fine for Angells ...
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Yes , Heaven is thine ; but this Is a world of sweets and sours ; Our flowers are merely - flowers , And the shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours . If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt , and he where I , He might not ...
Yes , Heaven is thine ; but this Is a world of sweets and sours ; Our flowers are merely - flowers , And the shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours . If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt , and he where I , He might not ...
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Three centuries of American poetry, 1620-1923
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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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