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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And round about his home the glory That blushed and bloomed , Is but a dim - remembered story Of the old - time entombed . a a And travellers , now , within that valley , Through the encrimsoned windows see ...
And round about his home the glory That blushed and bloomed , Is but a dim - remembered story Of the old - time entombed . a a And travellers , now , within that valley , Through the encrimsoned windows see ...
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( Round and round we go , all of us , and ever come back thither , ) If nothing lay more develop'd the quahaug in its callous shell were enough . Mine is no callous shell , I have instant conductors all over me whether I pass or stop ...
( Round and round we go , all of us , and ever come back thither , ) If nothing lay more develop'd the quahaug in its callous shell were enough . Mine is no callous shell , I have instant conductors all over me whether I pass or stop ...
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The Man Against the Sky Between me and the sunset , like a dome Against the glory of a world on fire , Now burned a sudden hill , Bleak , round , and high , by flame - lit height made higher , With nothing on it for the flame to kill ...
The Man Against the Sky Between me and the sunset , like a dome Against the glory of a world on fire , Now burned a sudden hill , Bleak , round , and high , by flame - lit height made higher , With nothing on it for the flame to kill ...
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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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