Song of the Broad-Axe. (Walt Whitman Poems)
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
1 AFTER all, not to create only, or found only, But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded, ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...
One in 250 Cambodians, or 40,000 people, have lost a limb to a landmine. -Newsfront, U.N. Development Programme Communications Office ...
1 AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path ...
1 STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born, Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother; After roaming many lands-lover ...
Wilt thou not the lambkins guard? Oh, how soft and meek they look, Feeding on the grassy sward, Sporting round ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly on! ...
On the Death of a Late FAMOUS GENERAL His Grace! impossible! what dead! Of old age, too, and in his ...
A poem moves forward, Like the passages and percussions of trains in progress A pattern of recurrence, a hammer of ...
1 We are reading the story of our lives which takes place in a room. The room looks out on ...
For all good friends who care to read, here let me lyre my living creed . . . One: you ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
NOTE.-The following imaginary dialogue between Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr, which is not based upon any specific incident in American ...
Once, when I wandered in the woods alone, An old man tottered up to me and said, "Come, friend, and ...
Earth no longer hymns the Creator, the seven days of wonder, the Garden is over - all the stories are ...
There's blood between us, love, my love, There's father's blood, there's brother's blood, And blood's a bar I cannot pass. ...
It seemed that out of the battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which ...
All hail to Mr Murphy, he is a hero brave, That has crossed the mighty Atlantic wave, For what purpose ...
'Twas in the year of 1857 and on the 14th of September That the Sepoy rebels at Delhi were forced ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
The idea danced before us as a flag; The sound of martial music; The thrill of carrying a gun; Advancement ...
Did you know that Evian spelled backwards is naive? I myself was unaware of this fact until last Tuesday night ...
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