Who is Percy Mackaye

Percy MacKaye (1875–1956) was an American dramatist and poet.

Biography

MacKaye 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 wr...
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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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Ballade Of The Midnight Forest
 by Andrew Lang

Still sing the mocking fairies, as of old,
Beneath the shade of thorn and holly-tree;
The west wind breathes upon them, pure and cold,
And wolves still dread Diana roaming free
In secret woodland with her company.
'Tis thought the peasants' hovels know her rite
When now the wolds are bathed in silver light,
And first the moonrise breaks the dusky grey,
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