Stonewall Jackson (Henry Lynden Flash Poems)
Not 'mid the lightning of the stormy fight, Not in the rush upon the vandal foes,Did kingly Death, with his resistless ...
Not 'mid the lightning of the stormy fight, Not in the rush upon the vandal foes,Did kingly Death, with his resistless ...
Peace can be found in strife: artilleryAre belching forth this sweet, entrancing mornTheir projectiles of death: yet as in scorn,Lost ...
BEFORE he went to feed with owls and batsNebuchadnezzar had an ugly dream,Worse than an Hus'if's when she thinks her ...
O.W. D.I often wonder, Oscar,How it fares with you;Do you look down and smile on us,From that vast realm of ...
No Thrasion harpe, but a steeld furious whippe, no Nightingales, but Mandrakes shreeking sound,Adastors snakes to make these Thrasors skippe: ...
You come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you ...
THE Sun is set, and gone to sleep With the fair princess of the deep, Whose bosom is his cool ...
The Viennese authorities have melted down the great bell in St. Stephen's to supply metal for guns or muntions. Every ...
" Millions of years old -- over the whole Hangs the universe like a dome Pillared on the mountains, that ...
Bloom forth, sweet flower, thou needst never fear The roar of belching steel that rends the air.God bids thee ...
In my childhood rumors ran Of a world beyond our door- Terrors to the life of man That the highroad ...
1 am peering through blackness 2 am i feel your heart pounding 3 am your fingers running up my spine ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
a 1. Los smitten with astonishment Frightend at the hurtling bones 2. And at the surging sulphureous Perturbed Immortal mad ...
Composed of chalk dust, Pencil shavings and The sharp odour Of stale urine; It meets me now and then Creeping ...
TEARS! tears! tears! In the night, in solitude, tears; On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck'd in by the sand; ...
Why need we newer arms invent, Poor peoples to destroy? With what we have let's be content And perfect their ...
You've heard of Belching Billy, likewise known as Windy Bill, As punk a chunk of Yukon scum as ever robbed ...
YOU come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you get that stuff? What ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
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