Plymouth Rock Joe (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
Why are you running so fast hither and thitherChasing midges or butterflies?Some of you are standing solemnly scratching for grubs;Some ...
Why are you running so fast hither and thitherChasing midges or butterflies?Some of you are standing solemnly scratching for grubs;Some ...
IT isn't the blue in the skies, Nor the song of the whispering trees, The light in a fair maiden's ...
When the broad-bottom'd Junto, with reason at strife,Resign'd, with a sigh, its political life;When converted to Rome, and of honesty ...
I think a great deal too much fussHas been aroused 'mid all of us About this crude economist John T.And ...
'Tis the hope of the noble defeated; The aim of the marksman is vain; The wish of destruction completed, The ...
The Editor wrote his political screedIn ink that was fainter and fainter;He rose to the call of his country's need,And ...
The mad girl with the staring eyes and long white fingers Hooked in the stones of the wall, The storm-wrack ...
That public men publish falsehoods Is nothing new. That America must accept Like the historical republics corruption and empire Has ...
Not something political whether or not convenience needing to speak out now against the rogue, the madman Speak, out of ...
An old political sign like a seedling pushing up out of newly-tilled earth, rose anew, crabgrass really up out of ...
Who was too Freely Moved to Tears, and thereby ruined his Political Career Lord Lundy from his earliest years Was ...
The sunburnt terraces which swans make home with water purling, Macchu Pichu died like Delphi long agoâ?" a message to ...
Plop, plop. The lobster toppled in the pot, fulfilling, dislike man, his destiny, glowing fire-red, succulent, and on the whole ...
Some people go their whole lives without ever writing a single poem. Extraordinary people who don't hesitate to cut somebody's ...
Some people go their whole lives without ever writing a single poem. Extraordinary people who don't hesitate to cut somebody's ...
THE old Chimaeras, old receipts For making "happy land," The old political beliefs Swam close before my hand. The grand ...
The clouds and the stars didn't wage this war the brooks gave no information if the mountain spewed stones of ...
The Editor wrote his political screed In ink that was fainter and fainter; He rose to the call of his ...
Scene: Federal Political Arena A darkened cave. In the middle, a cauldron, boiling. Enter the three witches. 1ST WITCH: Thrice ...
Why are you running so fast hither and thither Chasing midges or butterflies? Some of you are standing solemnly scratching ...
The first time I drank gin I thought it must be hair tonic. My brother swiped the bottle from a ...
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