The Ancient Banner (Anonymous Americas Poems)
In boundless mercy, the Redeemer left,The bosom of his Father, and assumedA servant's form, though he had reigned a king,In ...
In boundless mercy, the Redeemer left,The bosom of his Father, and assumedA servant's form, though he had reigned a king,In ...
Once upon a midnight chilling, as I held my feet unwillingO'er a tub of scalding water, at a heat of ...
I. O wild kaleidoscopic panorama of jaculatory arms and legs. The twisting, twining, turning, tussling, throwing, thrusting, throttling, tugging, thumping, the tightening thews. The tearing of tangled trousers, the jut of giant calves protuberant. The wriggleness, the wormlike, snaky movement and life of it; The insertion of strong men in the mud, the wallowing, the stamping with thick shoes; The rowdyism, and élan, the slugging and scraping, the cowboy Homeric ferocity. (Ah, well kicked, red legs! Hit her up, you muddy little hero, you!) The bleeding noses, the shins, the knuckles abraded: That's the way to make men! Go it, you border ruffians, I like ye.II. Only two sorts of men are any good, I wouldn't give a cotton hat for no other — The Poet and the Plug Ugly. They are picturesque. O, but ain't they? These college chaps, these bouncing fighters from M'Gill and Toronto, Are all right. I must have a fighter, a bully, somewhat of a desperado; Of course, I prefer them raw, uneducated, unspoiled by book rot; I reckon these young fellows, these howling Kickapoos of the puddle, these boys, Have been uneducated to an undemocratic and feudal-aristocratic extent; Lord! how they can kick, though! Another man slugged there!III. Unnumbered festoons of pretty Canadian girls, I salute you; Howl away, you non-playing encouragers of the kickers! Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah, M'Gill! Rah, Rah, Rah, Sis, Boom, Toronto! Lusty-throated give it! O, wild, tumultuous, multitudinous shindy. Well, this is the boss; This is worth coming twenty miles to see. Personally, I haven't had so much fun since I was vaccinated. I wonder if the Doctor spectates it. Here is something beyond his plesiosauri. Pure physical glow and exultation this of abundantest muscle: I wish John Sullivan were here.IV. O, the kicking, stamping, punching, the gore and the glory of battle! Kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick. Will you kick! You kickers, scoop up the mud, steam plough the field, Fall all over yourselves, squirm out! Look at that pile-driver of a full-back there! Run, leg it, hang on to the ball; say, you big chump, don't you kill that little chap When you are about it. Well, I'd like to know what a touch down is, then? Draw? Where's your draw? Yer lie!(Anonymous Americas)
The stars were bright, the breeze was still,The cicada and the whippoorwill,Alone disturbed the scene;A streamlet down the dark ravine,Hasted ...
The little Man, and tiny Maid,Who love the Fairies in the glade,Who see them in the tangled grassThe Gnomes and ...
Now God alone that made all things, Heaven and earth and all that's in, The ships ...
How sweet the chime of the Sabbath bells!Each one its creed in music tellsIn tones that float upon the airAs ...
Alas! the weary hours pass slow, The night is very dark and still;And in the marshes far below ...
In Scotland there was a babie born, Lill lal, etc. And his name it was ...
A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor,Having drunk so much he could drink no more;So he fell asleep ...
A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor, Having drunk so much he could drink no more; So he ...
Farewell! we must part; we have turned from the landOf our cold-hearted brother, with tyrannous hand,Who assumed all our rights ...
Mademoiselle from Armenti?res, Parley-voo? Mademoiselle from Armenti?res, Parley-voo? Mademoiselle from Armenti?res, She hasn't been kissed in forty years, Hinky, dinky, ...
The devil, we're told, in hell was chained,and a thousand years he there remained,and he never complained, nor did he ...
Quick, fly to the covert, thou hunted of men!For the bloodhounds are baying o'er mountain and glen;The riders are mounted, ...
Wild and fearful in his cavernHid the naked troglodyte,And the homeless nomad wanderedLaying waste the fertile plain.Menacing with spear and ...
A pair of very chubby legsEncased in scarlet hose;A pair of little stubby bootsWith rather doubtful toes;A little kilt, a ...
It was on one Monday morning just about one o'clock When that great Titanic began to reel and rock; People ...
Come back to me, mother! why linger awayFrom thy poor little blind boy, the long weary day!I mark every footstep, ...
THERE'S a military band that plays, on Sunday afternoons, In a certain nameless city's quaint old square.It can rouse ...
If you evah go to Houston, You better walk right; You better not gamble ...
"The LORD will strengthen him upon the bed oflanguishing: Thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness."~ Psalm 41:3 ...
Bring him not here, where our sainted feetAre treading the path to glory;Bring him not here, where our Saviour sweetRepeats ...
O, when the poar pris'ner is put in the jaile,he is put in a cell and his doors are all ...
Away down South in the land of traitors,Rattlesnakes and alligators,Right away, come away, right away, come away.Where cotton's king and ...
This song was composed while George Latimer, the fugitive slave, wasconfined in Leverett Street Jail, Boston, expecting to be carried ...
Who are the men that clamor mostAgainst the war, its cause and cost,And who Jeff Davis sometimes toast? The Copperheads.Who, ...
Angels of good and ill are every where;They haunt the city and the cottage lone;Their seen or unseen presence fills ...
Children of the glorious dead,Who for freedom fought and bled,With her banner o'er you spread,On to victory.Not for stern ambition's ...
When you get what you want in your struggle for selfand the world makes you king for a dayJust go ...
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