Bryan, Bryan, Bryan, Bryan (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
IIn a nation of one hundred fine, mob-hearted, lynching, relenting, repenting millions,There are plenty of sweeping, swinging, stinging, gorgeous things ...
IIn a nation of one hundred fine, mob-hearted, lynching, relenting, repenting millions,There are plenty of sweeping, swinging, stinging, gorgeous things ...
"A little child shall lead them."I trod an arduous way, but came at lastTo where the city walls rose fair ...
PART I.How say'st, thou? die to-morrrow? Oh! my friend!The bitter, bitter ...
Fair Hamiltonia! when a happy childI roamed thy charming precincts free and wild.Led by a father's hand, beyond thy boundsI ...
IA small thatched cottage, moss grown old, A low-browed, weather-beaten door,Two windows small, that dimly light The dusky walls and earthen floor.From ...
A MemoryThe cloud of years is upward rolledFrom memory's page, and I behold,Craignethan gray, thy ivied walls,Thy dusky vaults and ...
ALMIGHTY God, from whom our being came,To whom it tends, blest be thy holy name!Blest when through pillared aisles we ...
Swift and silent and strong Under the low-browed arches,Through culverts, and under bridges,Sweeping with long forced marchesDown to the ultimate ridges,— The ...
What can it profit a man tho' he have the soul of a godSunk in the form of a beast, ...
I.The times are changed, and gone the dayWhen the high heavenly land,Though unbeheld, quite near them lay,And men could understand.The ...
I.If thou hadst been a sculptor, what a raceOf forms divine had thenceforth filled the land!Methinks I see thee, glorious ...
Like a flood river whirled at rocky banks,An army issues out of wilderness,With battle plucking round its ragged flanks;Obstruction in ...
Pop Montague's old brain was wried Through all its convolutions With constant thoughts of Homicide And kindred institutions. White-haired Giuseppi ...
Among these latter busts we count by scores, Half-emperors and quarter-emperors, Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest, Loricand low-browed ...
The heavenly bay, ringed round with cliffs and moors, Storm-stained ravines, and crags that lawns inlay, Soothes as with love ...
Hence, loathed Melancholy, ............Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn ............'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights ...
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