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>(IN THE BEGINNING)</i>The sun is a huntress young,The sun is a red, red joy,The sun is an indian girl,Of the ...
THE North Star whispers: "You are one Of those whose course no chance can change. You blunder, but are not ...
SECTION ONE "Give the engines room, Give the engines room." Louder, faster The little band-master Whips up the fluting, Hurries ...
When Yankee soldiers reach the barricade Then Joan of Arc gives each the accolade. For she is there in armor ...
WRITTEN FOR LORADO TAFT'S STATUE OF BLACK HAWK AT OREGON, ILLINOIS To be given in the manner of the Indian ...
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" He answered: "That is the Rachel-Jane." "Hasn't ...
I. A NEGRO SERMON:-SIMON LEGREE (To be read in your own variety of negro dialect.) Legree's big house was white ...
The Youth speaks: -: "Why do you seek the sun In your bubble-crown ascending? Your chariot ...
Where a river roars in rapids And doves in maples fret, Where peace has decked the pastures Our guardian angels ...
I. EDWIN BOOTH An old actor at the Player's Club told me that Edwin Booth first impersonated Hamlet when a ...
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 ...
A POEM DEDICATED TO ALL CRUSADERS AGAINST THE INTERNATIONAL AND INTERSTATE TRAFFIC IN YOUNG GIRLS Galahad . . . soldier ...
I LOOK on the specious electrical light Blatant, mechanical, crawling and white, Wickedly red or malignantly green Like the beads ...
Ah, in the night, all music haunts me here. . . . Is it for naught high Heaven cracks and ...
Sleep softly ... eagle forgotten ... under the stone. Time has its way with you there, and the clay has ...
I saw Lord Buddha towering by my gate Saying: "Once more, good youth, I stand and wait." Saying: "I bring ...
(IN THE BEGINNING) THE sun is a huntress young, The sun is a red, red joy, The sun is an ...
Kiss me and comfort my heart Maiden honest and fine. I am the pilgrim boy Lame, but hunting the shrine; ...
Romance was always young. You come today Just eight years old With marvellous dark hair. Younger than Dante found you ...
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