The Drunkards in the Street (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
The Drunkards in the street are calling one another, Heeding not the night-wind, great of heart and gay, - Publicans ...
The Drunkards in the street are calling one another, Heeding not the night-wind, great of heart and gay, - Publicans ...
Let not our town be large, remembering That little Athens was the Muses' home, That Oxford rules the heart of ...
Sleep softly ... eagle forgotten ... under the stone. Time has its way with you there, and the clay has ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
I. THE LION The Lion is a kingly beast. He likes a Hindu for a feast. And if no Hindu ...
I. A NEGRO SERMON:-SIMON LEGREE (To be read in your own variety of negro dialect.) Legree's big house was white ...
Oh, once I walked in Heaven, all alone Upon the sacred cliffs above the sky. God and the angels, and ...
She was taught desire in the street, Not at the angels' feet. By the good no word was said Of ...
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