The Drunkard’s Funeral (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
"Yes," said the sister with the little pinched face, The busy little sister with the funny little tract: - "This ...
"Yes," said the sister with the little pinched face, The busy little sister with the funny little tract: - "This ...
Think not that incense-smoke has had its day. My friends, the incense-time has but begun. Creed upon creed, cult upon ...
Where a river roars in rapids And doves in maples fret, Where peace has decked the pastures Our guardian angels ...
The old man had his box and wheel For grinding knives and shears. No doubt his bell in village streets ...
Awake again in Asia, Lord of Peace, Awake and preach, for her far swordsmen rise. And would they sheathe the ...
Chant we the story now Tho' in a ...
St. Francis, Buddha, Tolstoi, and St. John - Friends, if you four, as pilgrims, hand in hand, Returned, the hate ...
In this, the City of my Discontent, Sometimes there comes a whisper from the grass, "Romance, Romance - is here. ...
Ah, in the night, all music haunts me here. . . . Is it for naught high Heaven cracks and ...
I. THE DOLL UPON THE TOPMOST BOUGH This doll upon the topmost bough, This playmate-gift, in Christmas dress, Was taken ...
O you who lose the art of hope, Whose temples seem to shrine a lie, Whose sidewalks are but stones ...
"If I could set the moon upon This table," said my friend, "Among the standard poets And brouchures without end, ...
FOR A VERY LITTLE GIRL, NOT A YEAR OLD. CATHARINE FRAZEE WAKEFIELD. The sun gives not directly The coal, the ...
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