Hellbound Train (Anonymous Americas Poems)
A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor,Having drunk so much he could drink no more;So he fell asleep ...
A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor,Having drunk so much he could drink no more;So he fell asleep ...
A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor, Having drunk so much he could drink no more; So he ...
Exult for Te Kooti! Te Kooti the bold; So fierce in the onset, so dauntless of old, Whose might was ...
THROUGH twelve stout generationsNew England blood I boast;The stubborn pastures bred them,The grim, uncordial coast,Sedate and proud old cities,—Loved well ...
I have only two hands And the sense of the world, But I am full of slaves, My memories flow ...
STOP mortal ! Here thy brother lies,The Poet of the Poor ;His books were rivers, woods and skies,The meadow and ...
(Sydney)"Armageddon"O CITY lapped in sun and Sabbath rest,With happy face of plenteous ease possessed,Have you no doubts that whisper, dreams ...
et plus profonde, ou l'interet et l'avarice parlent moins haut que la raison, dans les instants de chagrin domestique, de ...
Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go By the Pass called Muttianee, to shoot in the vale ...
Above the portico a flag-staff, bearing the Union Jack, remained fluttering in the flames for some time, but ultimately when ...
I speak to you across cities I speak to you across plains My mouth is upon your pillow Both faces ...
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
You who desired so much--in vain to ask-- Yet fed you hunger like an endless task, Dared dignify the labor, ...
Let others speak of her shame, I speak of my own. O Germany, pale mother! How soiled you are As ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
The sunburnt terraces which swans make home with water purling, Macchu Pichu died like Delphi long agoâ?" a message to ...
None lives for ever, brother, and nothing lasts for long. Keep that in mind and rejoice. Our life is not ...
To their Excellencies the Lords Justices of Ireland, The humble petition of Frances Harris, Who must starve and die a ...
In fifty years, when peace outshines Remembrance of the battle lines, Adventurous lads will sigh and cast Proud looks upon ...
Ever since those wondrous days of Creation our Lord God sleeps: we are His sleep. And He accepted this in ...
BOWED by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, The emptiness of ages ...
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