Feedin’ The Stock (Holman Francis Day Poems)
Hear the chorus in that tie-up, runch, ger- runch, and runch and runch!---There's a row of honest critters! Does me good to ...
Hear the chorus in that tie-up, runch, ger- runch, and runch and runch!---There's a row of honest critters! Does me good to ...
The legendary muscle that wants and grieves,The organ of attachment, the pump of thrillsAnd troubles, clinging in stubborn coloniesLike pulpy ...
John McKeen, in his rusty dress,His loosened collar, and swarthy throat,His face unshaven, and none the less,His hearty laugh and ...
Oh, the Circus-Day parade! How the bugles played and played!And how the glossy horses tossed their flossy manes, and neighed,As ...
He stands storm-browed, imperial, chief Of all Rome's gladiators; brave Beyond all others; fearless in belief, A captive--but no slave.His brow is like ...
I STAND alone through each long dayUpon these pavers; cannot seeThe wares spread out upon this tray-For God has taken ...
When our ship gets home again, after cruising up and down,Where the old, familiar hills crowd above the little town,Oh, ...
THE eagles gather on the place of deathSo thick the ground is spotted with their wings,The air is tainted with ...
My Bed is like a little Bark,The hatch is battened down,And in the basket cabin darkI sail away from Town.Now, ...
Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!Quenched youth, and is that thy ...
I sat at a high window till sleep despaired of meAnd all the anger in this small roomShook me for ...
A three-skysail yarder with her hatches battened down,And the grey sky up above her, and the Mersey's muddy brownA-rippling at ...
We've got the summer fallow donethe wheat is in the bin.and now we're waiting for the snow,to come and shut ...
Can I make my feeble artShow the burning of my heart?Five-and-twenty years of schoolingSince you bore me, weak and puling,Every ...
IN dream I saw a vision of the world Caught in mid-space, a heavy-laden ship Panting and bounding in a ...
GROWLTIGER was a Bravo Cat, who lived upon a barge; In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed ...
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
Up in my garret bleak and bare I tilted back on my broken chair, And my three old pals were ...
I strolled up old Bonanza, where I staked in ninety-eight, A-purpose to revisit the old claim. I kept thinking mighty ...
A mile behind is Gloucester town Where the flishing fleets put in, A mile ahead the land dips down And ...
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