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 ...
I. A NEGRO SERMON:-SIMON LEGREE (To be read in your own variety of negro dialect.) Legree's big house was white ...
"Bring me soft song," said Aladdin. "This tailor-shop sings not at all. Chant me a word of the twilight, Of ...
Once I loved a fairy, Queen Mab it was. Her voice Was like a little Fountain That bids the birds ...
I am unjust, but I can strive for justice. My life's unkind, but I can vote for kindness. I, the ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
[How different people and different animals look upon the moon: showing that each creature finds in it his own mood ...
How the Wings Were Made From many morning-glories That in an hour will fade, From many ...
She was taught desire in the street, Not at the angels' feet. By the good no word was said Of ...
THIS section is a Christmas tree: Loaded with pretty toys for you. Behold the blocks, the Noah's arks, The popguns ...
Chant we the story now Tho' in a ...
I was but a half-grown boy, You were a girl-child slight. Ah, how weary you were! You had led in ...
Sweetheart Spring Our Sweetheart, Spring, came softly, Her gliding hands were fire, Her lilac breath upon our cheeks Consumed us ...
(Note: - Pocahontas is buried at Gravesend, England.) "Pocahontas' body, lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw in ...
A chant to which it is intended a group of children shall dance and improvise pantomime led by their dancing-teacher. ...
"Tell me, where do ghosts in love Find their bridal veils?" "If you and I were ghosts in love We'd ...
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 ...
Would I might wake St. Francis in you all, Brother of birds and trees, God's Troubadour, Blinded with weeping for ...
I. THE LION The Lion is a kingly beast. He likes a Hindu for a feast. And if no Hindu ...
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" He answered: "That is the Rachel-Jane." "Hasn't ...
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