Hallowe’en (John Kendrick Bangs Poems)
The ghosts of all things past parade,Emerging from the mist and shadeThat hid them from our gaze,And, full of song ...
The ghosts of all things past parade,Emerging from the mist and shadeThat hid them from our gaze,And, full of song ...
Oh! foolish one in quest of ease,Do you not know that ease on earth, for men,Is like unto the "Pot ...
AT last they met, once, twice, and many times, Until she knew the secret of his being, That essence which ...
Can you tell me where has hid her Pretty Maid July?I would swear one day ago She passed by,I would ...
Is it a will-o'-the-wisp, or is dawn breaking, That our horizon wears so strange a hue? Is it but ...
NOW the joys of the road are chiefly these: A crimson touch on the hard-wood trees;A vagrant's morning wide and ...
THE Will-o'-the-Wisp is out on the marsh,And all alone he goes;There's not a sight of his glimmering lightFrom break of ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, ...
In dark fens of the Dismal Swamp The hunted Negro lay; He saw the fire of the midnight camp, And ...
(For Eleanor Rogers Cox) For blows on the fort of evil That never shows a breach, For terrible life-long races ...
"You must choose between me and your cigar." -- BREACH OF PROMISE CASE, CIRCA 1885. Open the old cigar-box, get ...
Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee; And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like ...
Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee, And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like ...
I now delight In spite Of the might And the right Of classic tradition, In writing And reciting Straight ahead, ...
The Bellman's Speech The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies-- Such a carriage, such ease and such grace! ...
There was a woman, and she was wise; woefully wise was she; She was old, so old, yet her years ...
One said: Thy life is thine to make or mar, To flicker feebly, or to soar, a star; It lies ...
A dream tree, Polly's tree: a thicket of sticks, each speckled twig ending in a thin-paned leaf unlike any other ...
The moon comes up o'er the deeps of the woods, And the long, low dingles that hide in the hills, ...
All they said was true: I wrecked my father's bank with my loans To dabble in wheat; but this was ...
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