The Minneapolis Poem (James Wright Poems)
to John Logan 1I wonder how many old men last winterHungry and frightened by namelessness prowledThe Mississippi shoreLashed blind by the ...
to John Logan 1I wonder how many old men last winterHungry and frightened by namelessness prowledThe Mississippi shoreLashed blind by the ...
Tree, treedry and green.The girl with the pretty faceis out picking olives.The wind, playboy of towers,grabs her around the waist.Four ...
THERE'S a pretty little story with a touch of moonlit glory Comes from Beenleigh on the Logan, but we don't know ...
By Logan's streams, that rin sae deep, Fu' aft wi' glee I've herded sheep, I've herded sheep, or gather'd slaes, Wi' my dear ...
What deaths we suffer ere we die!Logan.'TIS not that I was happy as the bird upon the bough,'Tis not that ...
Nor can the foremost of the sons of menEscape my ribald and licentious penSwiftYou prisoners of New South Wales,Who frequent ...
Composed at Stroud A.A. Co. Establishment StationNew South Wales.Composed and written October 23rd day, Anno 1839You prisoners of New South ...
WILD ROSE of Alloway! my thanks:Thou 'mindst me of that autumn noonWhen first we met upon "the banksAnd braes o'bonny ...
The women who went to the field, you say,The women who went to the field; and prayWhat did they go ...
He said his legs were stiff and sore ...
I am a native of the land of Erin,and lately banished from that lovely shore;I left behind my aged parentsand ...
One Sunday morning, as I went walking,By Brisbane waters I chanced to stray.I heard a pris'ner his fate bewailingWhile on ...
TUNE--"LOGAN WATER." AT eve, when Dee's transparent streamFlows trembling 'neath the moon's pale beam,Lone on its banks I sit and ...
O, bonnie Bessie Logan Is dainty, young, and fair;The very wind that's blawin', It lingers in her hair.Sae lichtsome is ...
They would have lynched meHad I not been secretly hurried awayTo the jail at Peoria.And yet I was going peacefully ...
O LOGAN, sweetly didst thou glide, That day I was my Willie's bride, And years sin syne hae o'er us ...
WILLIE WASTLE dwalt on Tweed, The spot they ca'd it Linkumdoddie; Willie was a wabster gude, Could stown a clue ...
FY, let us a' to Kirkcudbright, For there will be bickerin' there; For Murray's light horse are to muster, And ...
Four Translations Lord: it is time. The summer was immense. Lay your shadow on the sundials and let loose the ...
They would have lynched me Had I not been secretly hurried away To the jail at Peoria. And yet I ...
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