Pro Patria: America, 1861 (Adah Isaacs Menken Poems)
God's armies of Heaven, with pinions extended,Spread wide their white arms to the standard of Light;And bending far down to ...
God's armies of Heaven, with pinions extended,Spread wide their white arms to the standard of Light;And bending far down to ...
(PRESIDIO DE SAN FRANCISCO, 1800)ILooking seaward, o'er the sand-hills stands the fortress, old and quaint,By the San Francisco friars lifted ...
That's his saddle on the tie-beam, And them's his spurs up thereOn the wall-plate over yonder — ...
Come for the prizesAll are allotted, Leaving the ranks ofCut flowers and potted, ...
Now all of us bunch we were having our lunch At the station one bright sunny day When a stranger ...
Passion o' me! cried Sir Richard Tyrone,Spurning the sparks from the broad paving-stone,"Better turn nurse and rock children to sleep,Than ...
You kin talk about your racin' with your horses neck and neck--We have had one here in Cactus that's the ...
Oh, this is the week when no rhymster may rhymeOn the joy of the bush or the ills of the ...
At nine fifteen a.m. on the first day of his eighty- first year. Why don't I first-person myself? I was ...
Eye standing up eye lying down eye sittingWhy wander about between two hedges made of stair-rails while the ladders become ...
The column winds on snake-like,Through blistering, treeless spaces;The hovering gray-black dust cloudsTint in ghoulish shades our faces. The sweat of ...
Yon sound's neither sheep-bell nor bark,They're running—they're running, Go hark!The sport may be lost by a moment's delay;So whip up ...
Gusty sheets o' rain a-fallin';Yellow slickers our attire;Wet, bedraggled longhorns bawlin';Cook a-cussin' at the fire.Grub all water-soaked and soggy;Foreman's temper ...
When the boys start out on circle, they most always travel slow.'Cause their breakfast isn't settled, and they've got a ...
The bunkhouse on the cattle ranch Was lowly, but at nightWhen its small window was aglow We hurried ...
Up the ash tree climbs the ivy, Up the ivy climbs the sun, With a twenty-thousand pattering, Has a valley ...
I have braved, for want of wild beasts, steel cages, carved my term and nickname on bunks and rafters, lived ...
A LINE in long array, where they wind betwixt green islands; They take a serpentine course-their arms flash in the ...
Lay down these words Before your mind like rocks. placed solid, by hands In coice of place, set Before the ...
After waking at dawn one morning when the wind sang low among dry leaves in an elm AMONG the red ...
Twas in the month of October, and in the year of 1899, Which the Boers will remember for a very ...
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