The Ostrich-Punc (Arthur Chapman Poems)
I was broke in Arizony, and was gloomy as a tombWhen I got a chance at punchin' for an outfit ...
I was broke in Arizony, and was gloomy as a tombWhen I got a chance at punchin' for an outfit ...
There in that limited pasture,Their eyes bedimmed and blurred,They stand in that prison, all captives,The last of the Thundering Herd. ...
Quietly, quietly in from the fields Of the grey Atlantic the billows come, Like sheep to the ...
Would I were free as are my dreams, Sequestered from the garish crowd To glide by banks of quiet ...
We must suffer, husband and father, we must suffer, daughter and son, For the wrong we have taken part in ...
Cain and Abel were brothers born. (Koop-la! Come along, cows!) One raised cattle and one raised corn. (Koop-la! Come along! ...
1903 Before a midnight breaks in storm, Or herded sea in wrath, Ye know what wavering gusts inform The greater ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
I had no profound feelings of shock or surprise to those matter-of-fact revelations which spelled the end of this chapter ...
(Sappho XXIII) I loved thee, Atthis, in the long ago, When the great oleanders were in flower In the broad ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman The kaleidoscope stood befrilled with splendour; no messenger from on high did descend to hand it blessings, ...
A man came slowly from the setting sun, To Emer, raddling raiment in her dun, And said, 'I am that ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
Poussin! most pleasantly thy pictur'd scenes Beguile the lonely hour; I sit and gaze With lingering eye, till charmed FANCY ...
Dark HORROR, hear my call! Stern Genius hear from thy retreat On some old sepulchre's moss-cankered seat, Beneath the Abbey's ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
Here at the Super Duper, in a glass tank Supplied by a rill of cold fresh water Running down a ...
We'd found an old Boche dug-out, and he knew, And gave us hell, for shell on frantic shell Hammered on ...
Margaret Simpson was the daughter of humble parents in the county of Ayr, With a comely figure, and face of ...
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The Naional Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
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