M’Fingal – Canto III (John Trumbull Poems)
Now warm with ministerial ire,Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire,And on his striding steps attendsHis desperate clan of Tory friends.When ...
Now warm with ministerial ire,Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire,And on his striding steps attendsHis desperate clan of Tory friends.When ...
Mourn Cambria, thoughtless Cambria mourn,Like Nineveh, repentent turn,Put sackcloth on — proclaim a fast —Cry out for Grace, and mend ...
There is this sunny place where I imagine him.A park on a hill whose grass wants to turnInto dust, & ...
Now we are the rodent mariners,As nobody needs be told,For there's no mistaking our nautical airs,Our rolling eyes and bold;And ...
The perfect American Beauty Rose,is it diminishedby the slag heaps on Rt. 11, just westof Scranton, or by the dark ...
AN idle poet, dreaming in the sun,One given to much unhallowed vagrancyOf thought and step; who, when he comes to ...
I remember a square of New York's Hudson River glinting between warehouses.Difficult to approach the water below the pierSwirling, covered ...
{TO THE Generous SUBSCRIBERS, &c}. The Author finding all Attempts prove vain,Those glittering Smiles from Fortune to obtain:That purblind Goddess ...
Now, here is a tale of the Glugs of Gosh, In the end of the year umteen;Of the Glugs of ...
Long lines of ships at moorings used to lieBesides the wharves of 'Frisco. All the dayThe chipping hammers rang upon ...
Many streets have the citiesNear and far,Underneath the tropic sunAnd Northern star . . .Wide streets and narrow streets,Grim streets ...
When a man starts out with nothing, When a man starts out with his hands Empty, but clean, When a ...
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
Now warm with ministerial ire, Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire, And on his striding steps attends His desperate clan ...
SMASH down the cities. Knock the walls to pieces. Break the factories and cathedrals, warehouses and homes Into loose piles ...
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
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