The Nations Peril. (Alfred Castner King Poems)
I fear the palace of the rich, I fear the hovel of the poor;Though fortified by moat and ditch, The ...
I fear the palace of the rich, I fear the hovel of the poor;Though fortified by moat and ditch, The ...
Now, my gift of crude invective is astonishingly high, And I've quite a flair for fierce vituperation,But I have to ...
I am an Abolitionist!I glory in the name:Though now by Slavery's minions hiss'd And covered o'er with shame,It is a ...
Hope is a slave; Despair is a freeman.A VAGABOND between the East and West, Careless I greet the scourging and ...
RIGHT onward the river is rolling, Its fountains are pulsing below,And 'tis not in human controlling To turn ...
(Editor of "The Freeman," Indianapolis, Indiana.)Know ye the man whom God has blessed,With gifts peculiar to the restOf men who ...
The world is narrow and ways are short, and our lives are dull and slow, For little is new where ...
There was a row in Silver Street that's near to Dublin Quay, Between an Irish regiment an' English cavalree; It ...
What freeman knoweth freedom? Never he Whose father's father through long lives have reigned O'er kingdoms which mere heritage attained. ...
Brothers in blood! They who this wrong began To wreck our commonwealth, will rue the day When first they challenged ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victory! ...
For certain minutes at the least That crafty demon and that loud beast That plague me day and night Ran ...
New Castle, July 4, 1878 or a hundred years the pulse of time Has throbbed for Liberty; For a hundred ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
Let Dew, house of Dew rejoice with Xanthenes a precious stone of an amber colour. Let Round, house of Round ...
Art thou indeed among these, Thou of the tyrannous crew, The kingdoms fed upon blood, O queen from of old ...
In a vision Liberty stood By the childless charm-stricken bed Where, barren of glory and good, Knowing nought if she ...
Three words will I name thee--around and about, From the lip to the lip, full of meaning, they flee; But ...
TO mute and to material things New life revolving summer brings; The genial call dead Nature hears, And in her ...
And wherefore have they come, this warlike band, That o'er the ocean many a weary day Have tossed; and now ...
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