The Free Wind (Badger Clark Jr Poems)
I went and worked in a drippin' mine'Mong the rock and the oozin' wood,For the dark it seemed lit with ...
I went and worked in a drippin' mine'Mong the rock and the oozin' wood,For the dark it seemed lit with ...
Down crumbling steps I galloped fast;Swart cliffs and gullies on each handEngulfed the night; dry, yellow sand,Far-strewn with wreckage, gaped ...
Evil sped the battle playOn the Pope Calixtus' day;Mighty war-smiths, thanes and lords,In Senlac slept the sleep of swords.Harold Earl, ...
Stripped to the buff they circled round, And jagged and swung and crossed;To uppercut and smash and pound No chances ...
It is true, fellow citizens,That my old docket lying there for yearsOn a shelf above my head and overThe seat ...
THE door of my room gives me visions Of the forest whence it came, Where first it kissed the sunlight ...
I dreamt last night Christ came to earth again To bless His own. My soul from place to place On ...
I know that every note and chord of woe Sob in these lines; and you who have not borne My ...
1903 After Boer War Duly with knees that feign to quake-- Bent head and shaded brow,-- Yet once again, for ...
Laybrother of the Society of Jesus Honour is flashed off exploit, so we say; And those strokes once that gashed ...
Laybrother of the Society of Jesus Honour is flashed off exploit, so we say; And those strokes once that gashed ...
And the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks Groan with continual surges; and behind ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
When you see millions of the mouthless dead Across your dreams in pale battalions go, Say not soft things as ...
When you see millions of the mouthless dead Across your dreams in pale battalions go, Say not soft things as ...
A mattock high he swung; I watched him at his toil; With never gulp of lung He gashed the ruddy ...
I've tinkered at my bits of rhymes In weary, woeful, waiting times; In doleful hours of battle-din, Ere yet they ...
Oh Lip-Stick Liz was in the biz, That's the oldest known in history; She had a lot of fancy rags, ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
It is true, fellow citizens, That my old docket lying there for years On a shelf above my head and ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
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