 With bodies like bronze, and terrible eyes Came the rank and the file, with catamount cries, Gibbering, yipping, with hollow-skull clacks, Riding white bronchos with skeleton backs, Scalp-hunters, beaded and spangled and bad, Naked and lustful and foaming...  American Poets: An Anthology of Contemporary Verse - Pagina 66de Leonora Speyer, Conrad Aiken - 1923 - 132 paginiVizualizare completă - Despre această carte
 | Vachel Lindsay - 1917 - 150 pagini
...disgrace ourselves, And live on a raft with gray Mark Twain And Huck and Jim And the Duke and the King. THE GHOSTS OF THE BUFFALOES Would I might rouse the...by Alone, unkempt, unsatisfied, The wind cried and cried — Muttered of massacres long past, Buffaloes in shambles vast . . . An owl said : "Hark, what... | |
 | Vachel Lindsay - 1917 - 156 pagini
...raft with gray Mark Twain And Huck and Jim And the Duke and the King. I THE GHOSTS OF THE BUFFALOES Last night at black midnight I woke with a cry, /...by Alone, unkempt, unsatisfied, The wind cried and cried — Muttered of massacres long past, Buffaloes in shambles vast . . . An owl said: "Hark, what... | |
 | Vachel Lindsay - 1920 - 122 pagini
...soul, star of a weedy stream, Born where the ghosts of buffaloes still dream, Whose spirit hoof -beats storm above his grave, Above that breast of earth...by Alone, unkempt, unsatisfied, The wind cried and cried — Muttered of massacres long past, Buffaloes in shambles vast . . . An owl said : " Hark, what... | |
 | Vachel Lindsay - 1920 - 112 pagini
...wise. Like sea-cliffs and caves resounded their ranks With shoulders like waves, and undulant flanks. Tide upon tide of strange fury and foam, Spirits and...deep, And I turned in dazed wonder, thinking of sleep. I heard a cricket's cymbals play, A scarecrow lightly flapped his rags, And a pan that hung by his... | |
 | Vachel Lindsay - 1925 - 574 pagini
...atremble, the door was ajar, White fires, crimson fires, shone from afar. I rushed to the dooryard. The city was gone. My home was a hut without orchard...home, The sky was their goal where the star-flags were furled, And on past those far golden splendors they whirled. They burned to dim meteors, lost... | |
 | Vachel Lindsay - 1925 - 582 pagini
...atremble, the door was ajar, White fires, crimson fires, shone from afar. I rushed to the dooryard. The city was gone. My home was a hut without orchard...home, The sky was their goal where the star-flags were furled, And on past those far golden splendors they whirled. They burned to dim meteors, lost... | |
 | Vachel Lindsay - 1925 - 578 pagini
..."A-la-la." The midnight made grand with a red-god charge, A red-god show, A red-god show, "Al&-la, a-la-la, a-la-la, a-la-la." With bodies like bronze,...home, The sky was their goal where the star-flags were furled, And on past those far golden splendors they whirled. 70 They burned to dim meteors, lost... | |
 | Vachel Lindsay - 1925 - 580 pagini
...Came the rank and the file, with catamount cries, Gibbering, yipping, with hollow-skull clacks, Biding white bronchos with skeleton backs, Scalp-hunters,...home, The sky was their goal where the star-flags were furled, And on past those far golden splendors they whirled. They burned to dim meteors, lost... | |
 | Vachel Lindsay - 1925 - 578 pagini
...mad, Flashing primeval demoniac scorn, ^Blood-thirst and pomp amid darkness reborn, Power and glory7 that sleep in the grass While the winds and the snows...home, The sky was their goal where the star-flags were furled, And on past those far golden splendors they whirled. 79 They burned to dim meteors, lost... | |
 | Louis Untermeyer - 1925 - 666 pagini
...eyes, Like sea-cliffs and caves resounded their ranks With shoulders like waves, and undulant flanks. Tide upon tide of strange fury and foam, Spirits and...deep, And I turned in dazed wonder, thinking of sleep. I heard a cricket's cymbals play, A scarecrow lightly flapped his rags, And a pan that hung by his... | |
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