#Americans #Suicide #XIXCentury #XXCentury
Sometimes I dip my pen and find t… The salamanders flying forth I ca… It’s Etna, or Vesuvius, if those… And then ’tis but itself again, an… And so my blood grows cold. I say…
The dim-winged spirits of the nigh… Do fear and serve me well. They creep from out the hedges of The garden where I dwell. I wave my arms across the walk.
(IN THE BEGINNING) The sun is a huntress young, The sun is a red, red joy, The sun is an indian girl, Of the tribe of the Illinois.
No doubt to-morrow I will hide My face from you, my King. Let me rejoice this Sunday noon, And kneel while gray priests sing. It is not wisdom to forget.
[How different people and differen… The Old Horse in the City The moon’s a peck of corn. It lie… Heaped up for me to eat. I wish that I might climb the pat…
The Moon’s a snowball. See the… Of white that cross the sphere. The Moon’s a snowball, melted d… A dozen times a year. Yet rolled again in hot July
[During an anti-saloon campaign… In the midst of the battle I turn… (For the thunders could flourish w… And hid by a rose-hung wall, Forgetting the murder about me;
True Love is founded in rocks of… In stones of Forbearance and mort… The workman lays wearily granite o… And bleeds for his castle, 'mid su… Love is not velvet, not all of it…
MOVING-PICTURE ACTRESS (On hearing she was leaving the… Mary Pickford, doll divine, Year by year, and every day At the movmg-picture play,
WHERE is David?. . . O God’s p… Saul has passed, the good and grea… Mourn for Saul the first-anointed… Head and shoulders o’er the state. He was found among the Prophets:
An endless line of splendor, These troops with heaven for home, With creeds they go from Scotland… With incense go from Rome. These, in the name of Jesus,
[Supposed to be chanted to some… Chant we the story now Tho’ in a house we sleep; Tho’ by a hearth of coals Vigil to-night we keep.
“If I could set the moon upon This table,” said my friend, “Among the standard poets And brouchures without end, And noble prints of old Japan,
To be intoned, all but the two… Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong. Here lies a kitten good, who kept A kitten’s proper place. He stole no pantry eatables,
A curse upon each king who leads h… No matter what his plea, to this f… And may it end his wicked dynasty, And may he die in exile and black… If there is vengeance in the Heav…