Song of The Engine (Alexander Anderson Poems)
In the shake and rush of the engine, In the full, deep breath of his chest,In the swift, clear clank ...
In the shake and rush of the engine, In the full, deep breath of his chest,In the swift, clear clank ...
THERE is a big artist named Val, The roughs' and the prize-fighters' pal: The mind of a groom And the ...
The afterglow fades and the daylight is failing,Deep gloom settles over the valley so wide;The slow moving column of cattle ...
Strong extreme speed, that the brain hurries with, Further than trees, and hedges, and green grass Whitened by distance,-further than ...
Beneath my window in a city street A monster lairs, a creature huge and grim And only half believed: the ...
There's a dear little home in Good-Children street -My heart turneth fondly to-dayWhere tinkle of tongues and patter of feetMake ...
Beneath yon fir trees in the west, The sunset round it glowing, A cottage lies like bird on nest, ...
Now a sad farewell to the cable-tram, Staunch friend of the quieter days,That glided down thro' a leisured town Ere ...
He sat upon a fallen log And heaved a long, deep sigh.His gnarled hand fondling his old dog As his ...
And must I sing? what subject shall I chuse?Or whose great name in Poets heaven use?For the more countenance to ...
And must I sing? What subject shall I choose!Or whose great name in poets' heaven use,For the more countenance to ...
When I led you to the altar Vows were made, you'll call to mindDarling wife. Now a defaulter Must I ...
This man is busy saddlin' up a skeery half broke colt.It is too soon yet to trust him and he ...
Already fallen plum-bloom stars the green And apple-boughs as knarred as old toads' backs Wear their ...
"My tale for you Stag snorts winter pours gone, the summer Wind high and cold shy the sun low its ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
If you ask him he will talk for hours-- how at fourteen he hammered signs, fingers raw with cold, and ...
There's a dear little home in Good-Children street - My heart turneth fondly to-day Where tinkle of tongues and patter ...
Fond woman, which wouldst have thy husband die, And yet complain'st of his great jealousy; If swol'n with poison, he ...
IT'S a jazz affair, drum crashes and cornet razzes The trombone pony neighs and the tuba jackass snorts. The banjo ...
But, lo! from forth a copse that neighbours by, A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud, Adonis' trampling courser doth ...
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