The Bum (Arturo Giovannitti Poems)
THE DUST of a thousand roads, the greaseAnd grime of slums, were on his face;The fangs of hunger and diseaseUpon ...
THE DUST of a thousand roads, the greaseAnd grime of slums, were on his face;The fangs of hunger and diseaseUpon ...
An angel burdened with self-pityCame out of heaven to a modern city.He saw a beggar on the street,Where the tides ...
When I go back from Billy's place I always have to roamThe mazy road, the crazy road that leads the ...
Father, our souls are heavy, pent in the shackles of flesh,Fagged of our masters' levy, snared in the Empire's mesh;Struggle ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
You better not fool with a Bumblebee! -- Ef you don't think they can sting -- you'll see! They're lazy ...
"The aristocratic ne'er-do-well in Canada frequently finds his way into the ranks of the Royal North-West Mounted Police." -- Extract. ...
To rest my fagged brain now and then, When wearied of my proper labors, I lay aside my lagging pen ...
Old Man Death's a lousy heel who will not play the game: Let Graveyard yawn and doom down crash, he'll ...
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