Who is Percy Mackaye

Percy MacKaye (1875–1956) was an American dramatist and poet.BiographyMacKaye was born in New York City into a theatrical family. His father Steele MacKaye was a popular actor, playwright, and producer, while his mother Mary wrote a dramatization of Pride and Prejudice, first produced in 1910. His brother James MacKaye was a philosopher, while brother Benton MacKaye was a forester and conservationist. His sister, Hazel MacKaye, became a women's suffrage leader and pageant director.After graduating from Harvard in 1897, he traveled in Europe for three years, residing in Rome, Switzerland and London, studying at the University of Leipzig in 1899–1900. He returned to New York City to teach at a private school until 1904, when he joined a colony of artists and writers in Cornish, New Hamps...
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Percy Mackaye Poems

  • Uriel
    (In memory of William Vaughn Moody)


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  • The Automobile
    Fluid the world flowed under us: the hills
    Billow on billow of umbrageous green
    Heaved us, aghast, to fresh horizons, seen
    One rapturous instant, blind with flash of rills...
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Blind 2 Green 2 Beauty 1 Strange 1 Father 1 Fate 1 Dream 1 Death 1 Dark 1 Courage 1


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Sonnet Xvi. To Kosciusko
 by John Keats

Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone
Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling;
It comes upon us like the glorious pealing
Of the wide spheres -- an everlasting tone.
And now it tells me, that in worlds unknown,
The names of heroes, burst from clouds concealing,
And changed to harmonies, for ever stealing
Through cloudless blue, and round each silver throne.
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