Bryan, Bryan, Bryan, Bryan (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
IIn a nation of one hundred fine, mob-hearted, lynching, relenting, repenting millions,There are plenty of sweeping, swinging, stinging, gorgeous things ...
IIn a nation of one hundred fine, mob-hearted, lynching, relenting, repenting millions,There are plenty of sweeping, swinging, stinging, gorgeous things ...
Though some good folks may take it ill,As trifling with parsonic frill,Thus saith the Lord to Jim and Bill,In admonition ...
Comes the British bulldog first-solid as a log-He's so ugly in repose that he's a handsome dog;Full of mild benevolence ...
Bums, on waking,Do not always find themselvesIn gutters with water running over their legsAnd the pillow of the curbstoneTurning hard ...
There are Scores of fools among us -Bring your scales and plumb and square.Let them weigh and try each other ...
Jackey Jackey gallops on a horse like a swallowWhere the carbines bark and the blackboys hollo.When the traps give chase ...
And afterwards, when honour has made good,And all you think you fight for shall take place,A late rejoicing to a ...
(Interlocutors--Mr. Lear and Mr. and Mrs. Symonds.) Edwardus--What makes you look so black, so glum, so cross? ...
It was the good ship Caroline,That ploughed the Channel foam,All for the sake of England's fame,Of country, king, and home.Staunch ...
Roses in silken bouillon:Opening onto the azure silkA line of cabins on a yellow bed -Shells of Aphrodite.Who wouldn't feel ...
I 'VE something of the bulldog in my breed,The spaniel is developed rather less,While life is in me I can ...
(1) a great man there was a great man so great he couldn't be criticised in the light who died ...
When midnight comes a host of dogs and men Go out and track the badger to his den, And put ...
The children are all crying in their pens and the surf carries their cries away. They are old men who ...
This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain: "Send not your foolish and feeble; send ...
Another search for Leichhardt's tomb, Though fifty years have fled Since Leichhardt vanished in the gloom, Our one Illustrious Dead! ...
Awake, of Muse, the echoes of a day Long past, the ghosts of mem'ries manifold -- Youth's memories that once ...
My Uncle Bill! My Uncle Bill! How doth my heart with anguish thrill! For he, our chief, our Robin Hood, ...
I ain't a timid man at all, I'm just as brave as most, I'll take my chance in open fight ...
'Twas in scientific circles That the great Professor Brown Had a world-wide reputation As a writer of renown. He had ...
I was Willie Metcalf. They used to call me "Doctor Meyers" Because, they said, I looked like him. And he ...
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