The Burial of the Scout (Kate Seymour Maclean Poems)
O not with arms reversed, And the slow beating of the muffled drum, And funeral marches, bring our hero homeThese stormy woods ...
O not with arms reversed, And the slow beating of the muffled drum, And funeral marches, bring our hero homeThese stormy woods ...
Lay my rifle here beside me, set my Bible on my breast,For a moment let the warning bugles cease;As the ...
'What have you there?' the great Panjandrum saidTo the Master of the Revels who had ledA bucking truant with a ...
"Sweet are the rosy memories of the lips That first kiss'd ours, albeit they kiss no more: Sweet is the ...
Far reaching down's a solid sea sunk everlastingly to rest, And yet whose billows seem to be for ever heaving ...
THE SUNNY rounds of Earth contain An obverse to its Day, Our fertile Vagrancy's domain, Wan Proletaria. From pole to ...
The ships that trade foreign, to London they bearTheir cargoes unnumbered both common and rare,Their bales and their gunny-sacks, tea-chests ...
"THERE is a quest that calls me, In nights when I am lone, The need to ride where the ...
The great Earth said to the poet, "What are your paltry wrongs,That still you must worship your sorrows, And fashion ...
The organ peals through pictured panes that etch strange patterns on the grass,A thorned head shadowed on the flags, beneath ...
Time has made conquest of so many thingsThat once were mine. Swift-footed, eager youthThat ran to meet the years; bold ...
THE DUSK of day's decline was hard on dark When evening trembled round thy glowworm lamp That shone ...
Beyond the path of the outmost sun through utter darkness hurled -- Further than ever comet flared or vagrant star-dust ...
I was Lord of Cities very sumptuously builded. Seven roaring Cities paid me tribute from far. Ivory their outposts were--the ...
My maternal grandparents were snowbirds; the scent of their plumage an evergreen air freshener dangling off the rearview mirror of ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
I Leaguered in fire The wild black promontories of the coast extend Their savage silhouettes; The sun in universal carnage ...
NOT alone those camps of white, O soldiers, When, as order'd forward, after a long march, Footsore and weary, soon ...
The Wanderlust has lured me to the seven lonely seas, Has dumped me on the tailing-piles of dearth; The Wanderlust ...
Oh the airman's game is a showman's game, for we all of us watch him go With his roaring soaring ...
A chaplain in the army, A chaplain in the prisons, An exhorter in Spoon River, Drunk with divinity, Spoon River ...
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