I Heard Immanuel Singing (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
(The poem shows the Master, with his work done, singing to free his heart in Heaven.) I heard Immanuel singing ...
(The poem shows the Master, with his work done, singing to free his heart in Heaven.) I heard Immanuel singing ...
NO man should stand before the moon To make sweet song thereon, With dandified importance, His sense of humor gone. ...
When Yankee soldiers reach the barricade Then Joan of Arc gives each the accolade. For she is there in armor ...
The dew, the rain and moonlight All prove our Father's mind. The dew, the ...
I. SPEAK NOW FOR PEACE Lady of Light, and our best woman, and queen, Stand now for peace, (though anger ...
Sleep softly ... eagle forgotten ... under the stone. Time has its way with you there, and the clay has ...
Would I might wake St. Francis in you all, Brother of birds and trees, God's Troubadour, Blinded with weeping for ...
A little colt - broncho, loaned to the farm To be broken in time without fury or harm, Yet black ...
Let not our town be large, remembering That little Athens was the Muses' home, That Oxford rules the heart of ...
In Springfield, Illinois IT is portentious, and a thing of state That here at midnight, in our little town A ...
I. THE LION The Lion is a kingly beast. He likes a Hindu for a feast. And if no Hindu ...
[How different people and different animals look upon the moon: showing that each creature finds in it his own mood ...
There dwelt a widow learned and devout, Behind our hamlet on the eastern hill. Three sons she had, who went ...
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and ...
(A Poem Game.) The King of Yellow Butterflies, The King of Yellow Butterflies, The King of Yellow Butterflies, Now orders ...
I. EDWIN BOOTH An old actor at the Player's Club told me that Edwin Booth first impersonated Hamlet when a ...
'Tis not too late to build our young land right, Cleaner than Holland, courtlier than Japan, Devout like early Rome, ...
I was but a half-grown boy, You were a girl-child slight. Ah, how weary you were! You had led in ...
I. THE VOICE OF THE MAN IMPATIENT WITH VISIONS AND UTOPIAS We find your soft Utopias as white As new-cut ...
The old man had his box and wheel For grinding knives and shears. No doubt his bell in village streets ...
I I hate this yoke; for the world's sake here put it on: Knowing 'twill weigh as much on you ...
WRITTEN FOR LORADO TAFT'S STATUE OF BLACK HAWK AT OREGON, ILLINOIS To be given in the manner of the Indian ...
I Within the town of Buffalo Are prosy men with leaden eyes. Like ants they worry to and fro, (Important ...
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