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 ...
Oh! he's nothing but a soldier,But he's coming here tonight,For I saw him pass this morning,With his uniform so bright.He ...
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)
In good King Charles's golden days, When loyalty no harm meant; A furious High-Church man ...
Tis a cheerless, lonesome eveningWhen the soaking, sodden groundWill not echo to the footfallof the sentinel's dull round.God's blue star-spangled ...
Through Goshen Hollow, where hemlocks grow, Where rushing rills, with flash and flow, Are over the rough rocks falling; Where ...
Five Zouaves killed! — one thousand in all — Five from a thousand? Then he may be one.If in ...
In the cool, sweet hush of a wooded nook, Where the May buds sprinkle the green old mound,And the ...
Is it parting with the roundnessOf the smoothly moulded cheek?Is it losing from the dimplesHalf the flashing joy they speak?Is ...
CLICK, click! how the needles goThrough the busy fingers, to and fro--With no bright colors of berlin wool,Delicate hands today ...
Another ray of light hath fled, another Southern braveHath fallen in his country's cause and found a laureled grave—Hath fallen, ...
"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 ...
On the unstained sward of the gentle slope, Full of valor and nerved by hope, The infantry sways like a ...
There's not a stately hall,There's not a cottage fair,That proudly stands on Southern soil,Or softly nestles there,But in its peaceful ...
Who are the men that clamor mostAgainst the war, its cause and cost,And who Jeff Davis sometimes toast? The Copperheads.Who, ...
God save great George our king Long live our noble king, God save the ...
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 ...
Ye heralds of freedom, ye noble and brave,Who dare to insist on the rights of the slave,Go onward, go onward, ...
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