Anonymous Americas Poems on Sense & Perception (14 Poems)

The Ancient Banner (Anonymous Americas Poems)

In boundless mercy, the Redeemer left,The bosom of his Father, and assumedA servant’s form, though he had reigned a king,In realms of glory, ere the worlds were made,Or the creating words, “Let there be light”In heaven were uttered. But though … Continue reading →

Tam Lin (Anonymous Americas Poems)

O I forbid you, maidens a’,That wear gowd on your hair,To come or gae by Carterhaugh,For young Tam Lin is there. There’s nane that gaes by CarterhaughBut they leave him a wad,Either their rings, or green mantles,Or else their maidenhead. … Continue reading →

Clerk Saunders (Anonymous Americas Poems)

… Whan bells war rung, an mass was sung, A wat a’ man to bed were gone, Clark Sanders came to Margret’s window, With mony a sad sigh and groan. “Are ye sleeping, Margret,” he … Continue reading →

The Hell-Bound Train (Anonymous Americas Poems)

A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor, Having drunk so much he could drink no more; So he fell asleep with a troubled brain To dream that he rode on a hell-bound train. The engine with murderous blood … Continue reading →

A Rainy Day in Camp (Anonymous Americas Poems)

Tis a cheerless, lonesome eveningWhen the soaking, sodden groundWill not echo to the footfallof the sentinel’s dull round. God’s blue star-spangled bannerTo-night is not unfurled,Surely He has not desertedThis weary, warring world. I peer into the darkness,And the crowding fancies … Continue reading →

The Ghost of Goshen (Anonymous Americas Poems)

Through Goshen Hollow, where hemlocks grow, Where rushing rills, with flash and flow, Are over the rough rocks falling; Where fox, where bear, and catamount hide, In holes and dens In the mountain side, A Circuit-preacher once used to ride, … Continue reading →

Two Pictures (Anonymous Americas Poems)

Two pictures hung on the dingy wallof a grand old Florentine hall- One was a child of beauty rareWith a cherub face and golden hair;The lovely look whose radiant eyesFilled the soul with thoughts of Paradise. The other was a … Continue reading →

Night and Morning (Anonymous Americas Poems)

Was it a lie that they told me,Was it a pitiless hoax?A sop for my soul and its longingOnly to cozen and coax?And a voice came down through the night and rain:“They lied; thou has trusted in vain.” Must I … Continue reading →

Knitting Socks (Anonymous Americas Poems)

CLICK, click! how the needles goThrough the busy fingers, to and fro–With no bright colors of berlin wool,Delicate hands today are full:Only a yarn of deep, dull blue,Socks for the feet of the brave and true.Yet click, click, how the … Continue reading →

Ode to Joy (Anonymous Americas Poems)

Wild and fearful in his cavernHid the naked troglodyte,And the homeless nomad wanderedLaying waste the fertile plain.Menacing with spear and arrowIn the woods the hunter strayed…Woe to all poor wreteches stranded On those cruel and hostile shores!From the peak of … Continue reading →