A Broadway Idyl (Mary Eliza Perine Tucker Lambert Poems)
For hours I stood upon The Bridge,1Which looms like a volcanic ridge,Above a scathing fire below.A flaming crater of burning ...
For hours I stood upon The Bridge,1Which looms like a volcanic ridge,Above a scathing fire below.A flaming crater of burning ...
Piero Luca, known of all the townAs the gray porter by the Pitti wallWhere the noon shadows of the gardens ...
Robinson at cards at the Algonquin; a thinBlue light comes down once more outside the blinds.Gray men in overcoats are ...
I am a barbarian, a Khazar, a Saracen.Batterer of Roman walls, dynamite's low rumbleAngrier than Rusudan, bowing, not humbled--The ache ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly ...
DER FADER UND DER SON.I DINKS I'll go a vightin'" - outshpoke der Breitemann. "It's eighdeen hoonderd fordy-eight since I ...
VONCE oopon a dimes, goot vhile afder der var vas ofer, der Herr Breitmann vent oud Vest, drafellin' apout like ...
The great Lars Andersonicus, Who dwelleth in the South,Who hath the front of Grecian Jove And the heavy bearded mouth,He ...
THE CYNDUS1Beneath th' triumphal blue, th' riotous day, Her silvern galley beats the black flood white, Whilst the long sillage ...
I used to think that luck wuz luck and nuthin' else but luck--It made no diff'rence how or when or ...
NOW is there rest for heart and brainNo mandate calls to him again.The lips that voiced the People's willAre powerless ...
When from his place a forest monarch falls, A thunder shakes the leafy leagues across,Reverberating to its utmost walls: ...
A porcupine skin, Stiff with bad tanning, It must have ended somewhere. Stuffed horned owl Pompous Yellow eyed; Chuck-wills-widow on ...
Till I shall come again, let this suffice, I send my salt, my sacrifice To thee, thy lady, younglings, and ...
O Mother Earth! upon thy lap Thy weary ones receiving, And o'er them, silent as a dream, Thy grassy mantle ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly on! ...
HE lived on the wings of storm. The ashes are in Chihuahua. Out of Ludlow and coal towns in Colorado ...
A pair of blackbirds warring in the roses, one or two poppies losing their heads, the trampled lawn a battlefield ...
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