Indignation Jones (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
You would not believe, would youThat I came from good Welsh stock?That I was purer blooded than the white trash ...
You would not believe, would youThat I came from good Welsh stock?That I was purer blooded than the white trash ...
Through the long ward the gramophoneGrinds out its nasal melodies:"Where did you get that girl?" it shrills.The patients listen at ...
Oh, Mr. Froude, how wise and good,To point us out this way to glory—They're no great shakes, those Snowdon Lakes,And ...
Maytime, loveliest season,Loud bird-parley, new growth green,Ploughs in furrow, oxen yoked,Emerald sea, land-hues dappled.When cuckoos call from fair tree-topsGreater grows ...
King of the perennial holly-groves, the riven sandstone: overlord of the M5: architect of the historic rampart and ditch, the ...
called out by the sun this easter saturday morning i'm sitting on a bank in pistyllgwyn (house of the sacred ...
(from the Welsh) May they stumble, stage by stage On an endless Pilgrimage Dawn and dusk, mile after mile At ...
You young friskies who today Jump and fight in Father's hay With bows and arrows and wooden spears, Playing at ...
'But that was nothing to what things came out From the sea-caves of Criccieth yonder.' 'What were they? Mermaids? dragons? ...
Are they clinging to their crosses, F. E. Smith, Where the Breton boat-fleet tosses, Are they, Smith? Do they, fasting, ...
FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life, Are ye as idle's I am? ...
Sorry, Neil Oram (with an orange in my pocket) I can't make ,your loch-side commune by bonny Drummadrochit. Sorry Brenda ...
1 PROUD music of the storm! Blast that careers so free, whistling across the prairies! Strong hum of forest tree-tops! ...
This day winding down now At God speeded summer's end In the torrent salmon sun, In my seashaken house On ...
Iago Prytherch his name, though, be it allowed, Just an ordinary man of the bald Welsh hills, Who pens a ...
All right, I was Welsh. Does it matter? I spoke a tongue that was passed on To me in the ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
A Letter To My Aunt Discussing The Correct Approach To Modern Poetry To you, my aunt, who would explore The ...
Ruggiero, to amaze the British host, And wake more wonder in their wondering ranks, The bridle of his winged courser ...
The sun rose like a tarnished looking-glass to catch the sun and flash His hot message at the missionaries below-- ...
You would not believe, would you That I came from good Welsh stock? That I was purer blooded than the ...
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