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 ...
'Twas brave De Quiros bent the knee before the King of Spain,And "sire," he said, "I bring thy ships in ...
'Twas brave De Quiros bent the knee before the King of Spain,And "sire," he said, "I bring thy ships in ...
I.TEAR down the crape from the column! Let the shaft stand white and fair!Be silent the wailing music-there is no ...
In the real dark night of the soul it is always threeo'clock in the morning. F. SCOTT FITZGERALDIALL day, knowing ...
THE gentlemen of Dickens Were mostly very poor,And innocent of grammar, And of parentage obscure;But rich or poor or thriving, Of high or ...
AGE, when adorn'd with innate worth,Affords the youthful race on earthA bright example--and a gleamNot ill compar'd with Cynthia's beam;Which ...
These pearls of thought in Persian gulfs were bred,Each softly lucent as a rounded moon;The diver Omar plucked them from ...
You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler ...
A Dramatic Lyric. A BACHELOR of common type, I sit me down before the fire And take my after-dinner pipe, ...
(The refrain is quoted by Edward Fitzgerald inone of his letters)IGrowing, growing, all the glory going;Flashing out of fire and ...
Turn your head. Look. The light is turning yellow. The river seems enriched thereby, not to say deepened. Why this ...
AT a synod of gods, great Jove in the chair,Each god in his turn was his mind to declare'Bout women, ...
Turn your head. Look. The light is turning yellow. The river seems enriched thereby, not to say deepened. Why this ...
I chanced upon a new book yesterday; I opened it, and, where my finger lay 'Twixt page and uncut page, ...
What need you, being come to sense, But fumble in a greasy till And add the halfpence to the pence ...
I Under the Great Comedian's tomb the crowd. A bundle of tempestuous cloud is blown About the sky; where that ...
Written to Miss Alice L. F. Fitzgerald, Edith Cavell memorial nurse, going to the front. Your fine white hand is ...
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