The Black Man’s Wrongs (James Madison Bell Poems)
Breathe softly on my harp, O Muse! In gentle strains now clothe its songs,Thy all inspiring force infuse, While singing of the ...
Breathe softly on my harp, O Muse! In gentle strains now clothe its songs,Thy all inspiring force infuse, While singing of the ...
(July, 1904)In the State of "Old Palmetto," from the town of Eutawville,Comes a voice of pain and anguish that refuses ...
An old man in Concord forgets to go to morning service. He falls asleep, while reading Vergil, and dreams that ...
Ho! children of the granite hillsThat bristle with the hackmatack,And sparkle with the crystal rillsThat hurry toward the Merrimack,Dam up ...
'As like the Woman as you can' -(Thus the New Adam was beguiled) -'So shall you touch the Perfect Man' ...
The grass grows over Eurekaand Stuart's tree is burned;Greenaway's stones are downand our eyes are dull and blind.The increase-stones are ...
How big of breast our Mother Gaea laughedAt sight of her ...
HIM, wounded, shackled, pricked with spears,they dragged and goaded through thetown.Up the soaked hill 'neath dripping boughs, acrosssteep ditches slipping ...
I. I honour Nature, holding it unjustTo look with jealousy on her designs;With every passing year more fast she twinesAbout ...
AT that lost hour disowned of day and night, The after-birth of midnight, when life's face Turns to the wall ...
Oh, praise me now if you would pleaseMy soul with soothing flatteries.Praise with my living clay agrees. ...
Let us deride the smugness of 'The Times': GUFFAW!So much for the gagged reviewers,It will pay them when the worms ...
Yet what were Love if man remains unfree,And woman's sunshine sordid merchandise:If children's Hope is blasted ere they seeIts shoots ...
My father cinched the rope, a noose around my waist, and lowered me into the darkness. I could taste my ...
A week before the Armistice, you died. They did not keep your heart like Livingstone's, then plant your bones near ...
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
Now light the candles; one; two; there's a moth; What silly beggars they are to blunder in And scorch their ...
Have you forgotten yet?... For the world's events have rumbled on since those gagged days, Like traffic checked while at ...
PART ONE The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed ...
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