Pershing at the Front (Arthur Guiterman Poems)
The General came in a new tin hatTo the shell-torn front where the war was at;With a faithful Aide at ...
The General came in a new tin hatTo the shell-torn front where the war was at;With a faithful Aide at ...
Across the sands of Syria,Or possibly Algeria,Or some benighted neighborhood of barrenness and drouth,There came the Prophet Samu-u-elUpon the Only ...
Hark, hark!The dogs do bark;Beggars are coming to town:Some in rags,Some in tags,And some in velvet gowns!Coming, coming always!Crowding into ...
HO! Heimdal sounds the Gjallar-horn: The hosts of Hel rush forth And Fenris rages redly From his shackles in the ...
Leg over legAs the dog went to Dover;When he came to a stile,Jump he went over.Perhaps you wouldn't see it ...
Commute with me, my Love, and be merry;How vain in the City to dwellWhen apple-trees blow in Dobbs' FerryAnd lilacs ...
The worst of all idolatorsAre zealous radiolatersWho wreck the peace of erstwhile happy homesWith drool of variometers,Detectors, galvanometers,Antennae, switches, batteries ...
Dare we despair? Through all the nights and days Of lagging war he kept his ...
The Antiseptic Baby and the Prophylactic Pup Were playing in the garden when the Bunny gamboled up; They looked upon ...
This is the land that we love; here our fathers found refuge,Here are the grooves of their plows and the ...
Our Garden Spot is always bright and pretty(Of course it's rather soggy when it rains),And only thirty minutes from the ...
The Great TyrannosaurusLived centuries ago;Through marshes wet and porousHe rambled to and fro.The most tremendous LizardThat ever browsed on meat,His ...
I must go down to the seas again, where the billows romp and reel,So all I ask is a large ...
I never loved your plains!-- Your gentle valleys, Your drowsy country lanes And pleach?d alleys. I want my hills! ...
Oh, who would choose to be a traveler?—That anxious railway-guide unravelerWho spends his nights in berths and bunks,His days in ...
The primitive Pithecanthropus erectus,With whom the ethnologists rightly connect us, Defended his own By cudgel and stone.Why isn't ...
Great god whom I shall carve from this gray stoneWherein thou liest, hid to all but me,Grant thou that when ...
Amobas at the startWere not complex;They tore themselves apartAnd started Sex.And Sex has ruled the earthFrom then till this,Producing woe ...
I saw a Melancholy WaspUpon a Purple Clover Knosp,Who wept, "The Poets do me Wrong,Excluding me from Noble Song—Though Pure ...
The three-toed tree-toadSings his sweet odeTo the moon;The funny bunnyAnd his honeyTrip in tune.The gentle cricketFrom his thicketLifts his croon;A ...
The hippopotamus is strongAnd huge of head and broad of bustle;The limbs on which he rolls alongAre big with hippopotomuscle.He ...
Because on the branch that is tapping my paneA sun-wakened leaf-bud, uncurled,Is bursting its rusty brown sheathing in twain,I know ...
Learn this now before you are older: Don't go through life with a chip on your shoulder, Always aggrieved and ...
The tusks which clashed in mighty brawlsOf mastodons, are billiard balls.The sword of Charlemagne the JustIs Ferric Oxide, known as ...
The Deer don't dineWhen a Wolf's about,And the PorcupineSticks his quill-points out.The Minks won't tellWhere they hide or sleep,And the ...
High on my hills of dreams - Dear hills that know me!And then how fair will seem The ...
What one approves,another scorns,and thushis nature each discloses.You find the rosebushfull of thorns,I find thethornbush full of roses.(Arthur Guiterman)
A Flea who felt phlebotomousAssailed a Hippopotamus;The Hippo, heSat on the Flea,And, goodness gracious! what a muss!(Arthur Guiterman)
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