A People's History of English and American LiteratureWith special emphasis on literary merit, this book chronicles the literature of the great nations of Britain and America from their earliest origins to the twenty-first century. |
Contents
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The Colonial Period 16201775 | 43 |
The Literature of America in the Twentieth Century | 169 |
Periods of English Literature | 233 |
Periods of American Literature | 235 |
Rulers of England and Great Britain | 237 |
Presidents of the United States | 241 |
Poets Laureate of England | 243 |
Poets Laureate of the United States | 245 |
BookerMcconnell Prize for Fiction 19692001 | 247 |
The Romantic Period in England 17901832 | 49 |
The Literature of the American Revolution 17651800 | 59 |
The Literature of the New Republic 1800 1875 | 71 |
The Victorian Age in England 18371901 | 95 |
The Industrial Age in America 18751900 | 113 |
The Literature of England in the Twentieth Century | 123 |
Winners of the Pulitzer Prizes for Literature 19172002 | 249 |
Nobel Laureates for Literature 1901 to 2001 | 261 |
Selected References | 265 |
Index | 273 |
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