Madhouse Cell (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
God is our chosen Leader -- but let Him understandThat He may only guide us where our desires command!And we ...
God is our chosen Leader -- but let Him understandThat He may only guide us where our desires command!And we ...
She sailed out o' Sunderland with a cargo o' rails —She sailed out o' Sunderland all among the March gales;With ...
IMPLACABLE as are thy arctic floes; Grim and gigantic as thy mountain height; Girt with thy pines for ...
587Empty my Heart, of Thee -Its single Artery -Begin, and leave Thee out -Simply Extinction's Date -Much Billow hath the ...
Welcome, my old friend, Welcome to a foreign fireside, While the sullen gales of autumn Shake the windows. The ungrateful ...
"Speak! speak I thou fearful guest Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me! ...
They bear, in place of classic names, Letters and numbers on their skin. They play their grisly blindfold games In ...
God gave all men all earth to love, But, since our hearts are small Ordained for each one spot should ...
Once, on a glittering ice-field, ages and ages ago, Ung, a maker of pictures, fashioned an image of snow. Fashioned ...
The banked oars fell an hundred strong, And backed and threshed and ground, But bitter was the rowers' song As ...
Away by the lands of the Japanee Where the paper lanterns glow And the crews of all the shipping drink ...
King Solomon drew merchantmen, Because of his desire For peacocks, apes, and ivory, From Tarshish unto Tyre, With cedars out ...
Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees; Our loins are battered 'neath us by ...
for Hank and Nancy Seven thousand acres of grass have faded yellow from his cough. These limp days, his anger, ...
Nor Mountain hinder Me Nor Sea -- Who's Baltic -- Who's Cordillera? (Emily Dickinson)
Empty my Heart, of Thee -- Its single Artery -- Begin, and leave Thee out -- Simply Extinction's Date -- ...
The West Village by then was changing; before long the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge would have slipped into ...
I SING of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of a Whistle, the pride of the North. Was ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
LET us go out of the fog, John, out of the filmy persistent drizzle on the streets of Stockholm, let ...
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