The Beggar’s Valentine (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Kiss me and comfort my heart Maiden honest and fine. I am the pilgrim boy Lame, but hunting the shrine; ...
Kiss me and comfort my heart Maiden honest and fine. I am the pilgrim boy Lame, but hunting the shrine; ...
On March 1, 1958, four deserters from the French Army of North Africa, August Rein, Henri Bruette, Jack Dauville, & ...
No man had ever heard a nightingale, When once a keen-eyed naturalist was stirred To study and define--what is a ...
What large, dark hands are those at the window Lifted, grasping in the yellow light Which makes its way through ...
You pull over to the shoulder of the two-lane road and sit for a moment wondering where you were going ...
Here was a man who watched the river flow Past the huge town, one gray November day. Round him in ...
This is the last of all, this is the last! I must hold my hands, and turn my face to ...
Beaten like an old hound Whimpering by the stove, I complicate the pain That smarts with promised love. The oilstove ...
When love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When ...
I listen to the stillness of you, My dear, among it all; I feel your silence touch my words as ...
Oh, once I walked a garden In dreams. 'Twas yellow grass. And many orange-trees grew there In sand as white ...
Sail fast, sail fast, Ark of my hopes, Ark of my dreams; Sweep lordly o'er the drowned Past, Fly glittering ...
Oh the green glimmer of apples in the orchard, Lamps in a wash of rain! Oh the wet walk of ...
(Note: - Pocahontas is buried at Gravesend, England.) "Pocahontas' body, lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw in ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
Making his advances He does not look at her, nor sniff at her, No, not even sniff at her, his ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
Frowning, the owl in the oak complained him Sore, that the song of the robin restrained him Wrongly of slumber, ...
She bade me follow to her garden where The mellow sunlight stood as in a cup Between the old grey ...
Would I might wake St. Francis in you all, Brother of birds and trees, God's Troubadour, Blinded with weeping for ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
Her tawny eyes are onyx of thoughtlessness, Hardened they are like gems in ancient modesty; Yea, and her mouth's prudent ...
Once I loved a fairy, Queen Mab it was. Her voice Was like a little Fountain That bids the birds ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
The sick grapes on the chair by the bed lie prone; at the window The tassel of the blind swings ...
[How different people and different animals look upon the moon: showing that each creature finds in it his own mood ...
Superb and sole, upon a plumed spray That o'er the general leafage boldly grew, He summ'd the woods in song; ...
I bought a dollar and a half's worth of small red potatoes, took them home, boiled them in their jackets ...
How the Wings Were Made From many morning-glories That in an hour will fade, From many ...
or, The First Steamboat up the Alabama. You, Dinah! Come and set me whar de ribber-roads does meet. De Lord, ...
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