Dumb-Bells (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
DUMB-BELLS left, dumb-bells right, Swing them hard, grip them tight! Thirty fat men of the town Must sweat their filthy paunches down. Dripping sweat ...
DUMB-BELLS left, dumb-bells right, Swing them hard, grip them tight! Thirty fat men of the town Must sweat their filthy paunches down. Dripping sweat ...
The battleship its anchor weighs, And belches forth its thunder;Its commodore all classes praise, And at his victories wonder;And well they may--for ...
I'VE grown a goitre by dwelling in this den —As cats from stagnant streams in Lombardy,Or in what other land ...
I, after difficult entry through my mother's bloodAnd stumbling childhood (hitting my head against the world);I, intricate, easily unshipped, untracked, ...
'Tis a poor drizzly morning, dark and sad.The cloud has fallen, and filled with fold on foldThe chimneyed city; and ...
I heard beneath my feet the clear sharp ring Of grinding rail and wheel,I felt, as on we sped with ...
Who are the heroes we hail to-day,And circle their brows with wreaths of bay?Is it the warrior back again,To be ...
So you knew Dalley that used to driveThat spanking old engine—fifty-five;Knew him? why, Dalley was my mate,He died beside me ...
Let penny-a-liners columns pour Of turgid efflorescence, Describe in language that would floor Our Cayleys, Rouths, and Besants, ...
How are you, George, my rhyming brother?We should be kinder to each other,For we are kindred souls at least;I don't ...
Sam Adamson, the driver, heFlung a bunch of waste to me."That's to keep your hands," he said,Then he turned and ...
Why, as to that, said the engineer,Ghosts ain't things we are apt to fear;Spirits don't fool with levers much,And throttle-valves ...
This was what the pointsman said,With both hands at his throbbing head:—"I drew the wrong lever standing hereAnd the danger ...
I, after difficult entry through my mother's bloodAnd stumbling childhood (hitting my head against the world);I, intricate, easily unshipped, untracked, ...
The grasshopper Wellington comes to land.The hand on the levers is not my hand.Mine are more struck to earth and ...
The tractor stands frozen - an agony To think of. All night Snow packed its open entrails. Now a head-pincering ...
is by admitting or opening away. This is the simplest form of current: Blue moving through blue; blue through purple; ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
You have heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
I, after difficult entry through my mother's blood And stumbling childhood (hitting my head against the world); I, intricate, easily ...
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