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| 3721. | Our Mother Pocahontas by Vachel Lindsay | | (Note: — Pocahontas is buried at Gravesend, England.)
"Pocahontas' body, lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw in November or a pawpaw in May â€... |
| 3722. | The Spider and the Ghost of the Fly by Vachel Lindsay | | Once I loved a spider
When I was born a fly,
A velvet-footed spider
With a gown of rainbow-dye.
She ate my wings and gloated.
She bound me with a... |
| 3723. | The Unpardonable Sin by Vachel Lindsay | | This is the sin against the Holy Ghost: —
To speak of bloody power as right divine,
And call on God to guard each vile chief's house,
And for suc... |
| 3724. | Popcorn, Glass Balls, and Cranberries by Vachel Lindsay | | I. THE LION
The Lion is a kingly beast.
He likes a Hindu for a feast.
And if no Hindu he can get,
The lion-family is upset.
He cuffs his wife... |
| 3725. | By the Spring, at Sunset by Vachel Lindsay | | Sometimes we remember kisses,
Remember the dear heart-leap when they came:
Not always, but sometimes we remember
The kindness, the dumbness, the go... |
| 3726. | The Empty Boats by Vachel Lindsay | | Why do I see these empty boats, sailing on airy seas?
One haunted me the whole night long, swaying with every breeze,
Returning always near the ea... |
| 3727. | Honor Among Scamps by Vachel Lindsay | | We are the smirched. Queen Honor is the spotless.
We slept thro' wars where Honor could not sleep.
We were faint-hearted. Honor was full-valiant. ... |
| 3729. | The Proud Farmer by Vachel Lindsay | | [In memory of E. S. Frazee, Rush County, Indiana]
Into the acres of the newborn state
He poured his strength, and plowed his ancient name,
An... |
| 3730. | When Bryan Speaks by Vachel Lindsay | | When Bryan speaks, the town's a hive.
From miles around, the autos drive.
The sparrow chirps. The rooster crows.
The place is kicking and alive.
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