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 ...
If you lay for Iago at the stage door with a brickYou have missed the moral of the play.He will ...
THIS section is a Christmas tree: Loaded with pretty toys for you. Behold the blocks, the Noah's arks, The popguns ...
Would that in body and spirit Shakespeare came Visible emperor of the deeds of Time, With Justice still the genius ...
I The angels guide him now, And watch his curly head, And lead him in their games, The little boy ...
King Arthur's men have come again. They challenge everywhere The ...
Are these your presences, my clan from Heaven? Are these your hands upon my wounded soul? Mine own, mine own, ...
The dew, the rain and moonlight All prove our Father's mind. The dew, the ...
My lady in her white silk shawl Is like a lily dim, Within the twilight of the room Enthroned and ...
Thou wilt not sentence to eternal life My soul that prays that it may sleep and sleep Like a white ...
A POEM DEDICATED TO ALL CRUSADERS AGAINST THE INTERNATIONAL AND INTERSTATE TRAFFIC IN YOUNG GIRLS Galahad . . . soldier ...
I. SPEAK NOW FOR PEACE Lady of Light, and our best woman, and queen, Stand now for peace, (though anger ...
OLD Euclid drew a circle On a sand-beach long ago. He bounded and enclosed it With angles thus and so. ...
We are happy all the time Even when we fight: Sweet briars of the stairways, Gay fairies of the grime; ...
Once I loved a spider When I was born a fly, A velvet-footed spider With a gown of rainbow-dye. She ...
Would that by Hindu magic we became Dark monks of jeweled India long ago, Sitting at Prince Siddartha's feet to ...
"Bring me soft song," said Aladdin. "This tailor-shop sings not at all. Chant me a word of the twilight, Of ...
A little colt - broncho, loaned to the farm To be broken in time without fury or harm, Yet black ...
Would I might wake in you the whirl-wind soul Of Michelangelo, who hewed the stone And Night and Day revealed, ...
Sometimes I dip my pen and find the bottle full of fire, The salamanders flying forth I cannot but admire. ...
A chant to which it is intended a group of children shall dance and improvise pantomime led by their dancing-teacher. ...
Let not our town be large, remembering That little Athens was the Muses' home, That Oxford rules the heart of ...
WHERE now the huts are empty, Where never a camp-fire glows, In an abandoned cañon, A Gambler's Ghost arose. He ...
This is the sin against the Holy Ghost: - To speak of bloody power as right divine, And call on ...
Sometimes we remember kisses, Remember the dear heart-leap when they came: Not always, but sometimes we remember The kindness, the ...
Once I loved a fairy, Queen Mab it was. Her voice Was like a little Fountain That bids the birds ...
"The sun says his prayers," said the fairy, Or else he would wither and die. "The sun says his prayers," ...
The moon's a little prairie-dog. He shivers through the night. He sits upon his hill and cries For fear that ...
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