An Unknown Grave In Ohio (John James Piatt Poems)
Why came I here to live? Because he cameHither, my great-grandsire, who came-to die.Leading his little neighbor dwelling band,A century ...
Why came I here to live? Because he cameHither, my great-grandsire, who came-to die.Leading his little neighbor dwelling band,A century ...
Lover of goodness, and friend to the beautiful, Ever go forth with a smile on thy cheek,Knowing that God will prosper ...
WHILE we keep our Poet's Tercentennial,Every school and city with its emulousAntic or solemnity, what tremulousLaughter on the air! O ...
O God, within whose sightAll men have equal right To worship Thee.Break every bar that holdsThy flock in diverse folds!Thy Will ...
Gazing upon the toiling seas,In gloomy rows the silent captives sate;And as the ship rode off before the breeze,They murmured ...
Am I not he that hath made thee and begotten thee, I, God, the spirit of man?Wherefore now ...
Private Scott of the Highlanders,Strutted and swanked in the market-place.Each flap and lapel set smooth in place,Buttons polished to mirror ...
You are but millions. Our unnumbered nationsAre as the sands upon the sounding shore.We are the Scythians! We are the ...
1Wet heat drifts through the afternoonlike a campus dog, a fraternity ghostwaiting to stay home from football games.The arches are ...
I The coltish horseplay of the locker room, Moist with the steam of the tiled shower stalls, With shameless blends ...
We are children of the sun, Rising sun!Weaving Southern destiny,Waiting for the mighty hourWhen our Shiloh shall appearWith the flaming ...
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, ...
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Much wine had passed, with grave discourse Of who fucks who, and who does worse (Such as you usually do ...
Renowned Champion full of wrestling Art, And made for victory in every part, Whose active Limbes, oyl'd Tongue, and vertuous ...
Am I not he that hath made thee and begotten thee, I, God, the spirit of man? Wherefore now these ...
No, Bill, I'm not a-spooning out no patriotic tosh (The cove be'ind the sandbags ain't a death-or-glory cuss). And though ...
The Elders of the Tribe were grouped And squatted in the Council Cave; They seemed to be extremely pooped, And ...
I dreamt a dream at the midnight deep, When fancies come and go To vex a man in his soothing ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
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