The Day And The War (James Madison Bell Poems)
Sacred to the memory of the immortal Captain John Brown, the hero, saint and martyr of Harper's Ferry. The following ...
Sacred to the memory of the immortal Captain John Brown, the hero, saint and martyr of Harper's Ferry. The following ...
A milk-white Hind, immortal and unchanged,Fed on the lawns, and in the forest ranged;Without unspotted, innocent within,She feared no danger, ...
(1)Lying and stealing is the white man's game;For rights of God nor man he has no shame(A practice of his ...
The Sun's in its orbit, yet I feel morbid.Act 1PrologueLadies and gentlemen and the day!All ye made of sweet human clay!Let ...
Poem Read At Cambridge On The Hundredth Anniversary Of Washington's Taking Command Of The American ArmyIWords pass as wind, but ...
When summer's hot and sultry raysAre burdening our summer days,And men and beast are sore oppress'd,And vainly sigh and pant ...
Where the Great Lake's sunny smilesDimple round its hundred isles,And the mountain's granite ledgeCleaves the water like a wedge,Ringed about ...
IIn a nation of one hundred fine, mob-hearted, lynching, relenting, repenting millions,There are plenty of sweeping, swinging, stinging, gorgeous things ...
President Lincoln, he has died,And gone to swell the upper tide;He on the earth will move on more-He's landed on ...
[Written for and read at the Camp Fire of the G.A.R. Department ofMinnesota, National Encampment of the Grand Army of ...
WASHINGTONWHEN dreaming kings, at odds with swift paced time, Would strike that banner down,A nobler knight than ever writ or rhyme With ...
The bullet in the marble breast, the gash upon the brow, You raised us on the bloody planks with wild and ...
Millions have been and passed from view Benignity who never knew; No aspiration theirs, nor aim; Existence soulless as the clay From whence they ...
Buy my roses, citizens,-- Here are roses golden white,Like the stars that lovers watch On a purple summer night.Here are roses ruddy ...
SIR:- You complain that I have asserted that a partiality for monarchy appeared in your conduct. This fact you deny, ...
To Colonel Goethals and the Other Laborers in the Canal ZoneIn lazy laughing Panama-O flutter of ribbon 'twixt the seas!-The ...
I. She comes, benign enchantress, heav'n born PEACE! With mercy beaming in her radiant eye; She bids the horrid din of battle cease, And ...
. ON A RHINE STEAMER. Republic of the West, Enlightened, free, sublime, Unquestionably best Production of our time. The telephone is thine, And thine the Pullman Car, The caucus, the divine Intense electric star. To thee we likewise owe The venerable names Of Edgar Allan Poe, And Mr. Henry James. In short it's due to thee, Thou kind of Western star, That we have come to be Precisely what we are. But every now and then, It cannot be denied, You breed a kind of men Who are not dignified, Or courteous or refined, Benevolent or wise, Or gifted with a mind Beyond the common size, Or notable for tact, Agreeable to me, Or anything, in fact, That people ought to be. 2. ON A PARISIAN BOULEVARD. Britannia rules the waves, As I have heard her say; She frees whatever slaves She meets upon her way. A teeming mother she Of Parliaments and Laws; Majestic, mighty, free: Devoid of common flaws. For here did Shakspere write His admirable plays: For her did Nelson fight And Wolseley win his bays. Her sturdy common sense Is based on solid grounds: By saving numerous pence She spends effective pounds. The Saxon and the Celt She equitably rules; Her iron rod is felt By countless knaves and fools. In fact, mankind at large, Black, yellow, white and red, Is given to her in charge, And owns her as a head. But every here and there— Deny it if you can— She breeds a vacant stare Unworthy of a man: A look of dull surprise; A nerveless idle hand: An eye which never tries To threaten or command: In short, a kind of man, If man indeed he be, As worthy of our ban As any that we see: Unspeakably obtuse, Abominably vain, Of very little use, And execrably plain. (James Kenneth Stephen)
The world turns mild; democracy, they say,Rounds the sharp knobs of character away,And no great harm, unless at grave expenseOf ...
THANK God for the token! one lip is still free,One spirit untrammelled, unbending one knee!Like the oak of the mountain, ...
Clouds black with thunder o'er the Southern states;North, East and West a sickening fear;The Union on the dark laps of ...
The President to Kingdoms, As in the Days of Old;The King to the Republic, As it had been foretold.They could not read ...
Strike hands, young men!We know not whenDeath or disaster comes,Mightier than battle-drumsTo summon us away.Death bids us say farewellTo all ...
After all said,— how many moreOf shames and sorrows by the score Escape without a touch;After all said, how little hopeWith ...
Farewell, old year, "the bourne" is near, "Whence traveller ne'er returneth"—Passing away from time for aye, Thy life-light faintly burneth.Farewell, old year, ...
"A song for our banner?"--The watchword recallWhich gave the Republic her station:"United we stand--divided we fall!"--It made and preserves us ...
He is coming! He is coming! without heralds, without cheers.He is coming! He is coming! and he's been with us ...
No sleep. The sultriness pervades the airAnd blinds the brain—a dense oppression, suchAs tawny tigers feel in matted shades,Vexing their ...
COME, I will make the continent indissoluble;I will make the most splendid race the sun ever yet shone upon;I will ...
As a kid I believed in democracy: I'saw no alternative'-teaching at The Big Place I ahput it in practice:we'd time ...
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