Bryan, Bryan, Bryan, Bryan (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
IIn a nation of one hundred fine, mob-hearted, lynching, relenting, repenting millions,There are plenty of sweeping, swinging, stinging, gorgeous things ...
IIn a nation of one hundred fine, mob-hearted, lynching, relenting, repenting millions,There are plenty of sweeping, swinging, stinging, gorgeous things ...
Star of my heart, I follow from afar. Sweet Love on high, lead on where shepherds are, Where Time is ...
Ah, in the night, all music haunts me here. . . . Is it for naught high Heaven cracks and ...
(Note: - Pocahontas is buried at Gravesend, England.) "Pocahontas' body, lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw in ...
O you who lose the art of hope, Whose temples seem to shrine a lie, Whose sidewalks are but stones ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
"If I could set the moon upon This table," said my friend, "Among the standard poets And brouchures without end, ...
SECTION ONE "Give the engines room, Give the engines room." Louder, faster The little band-master Whips up the fluting, Hurries ...
A chant for a children's pantomime dance, suggested by a picture painted by George Mather Richards. I saw a proud, ...
WRITTEN FOR LORADO TAFT'S STATUE OF BLACK HAWK AT OREGON, ILLINOIS To be given in the manner of the Indian ...
Once I loved a fairy, Queen Mab it was. Her voice Was like a little Fountain That bids the birds ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
Last night at black midnight I woke with a cry, The windows were shaking, there was thunder on high, The ...
The dew, the rain and moonlight All prove our Father's mind. The dew, the ...
Would I might rouse the Lincoln in you all, That which is gendered in the wilderness From lonely prairies and ...
The old man had his box and wheel For grinding knives and shears. No doubt his bell in village streets ...
(To Eudora, after I had had certain dire adventures.) When Dragon-fly would fix his wings, When Snail would patch his ...
THE moon is now an opening flower, The sky a cliff of blue. The moon is now a silver rose; ...
I know a seraph who has golden eyes, And hair of gold, and body like the snow. Here in the ...
Oh, once I walked a garden In dreams. 'Twas yellow grass. And many orange-trees grew there In sand as white ...
Chant we the story now Tho' in a ...
(To Edgar Lee Masters, with great respect) HERE upon the prarie Is our ancestral hall. Agate is the dome, Cornelian ...
The whole world on a raft! A King is here, The record of his grandeur but a smear. Is it ...
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