Anonymous Americas

(1000-1950 / United States)

Anonymous Americas Poems

1. John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt 4/5/2010
2. Jefferson's Daughter 4/5/2010
3. Decreed 4/5/2010
4. Will He No Come Back Again? 1/1/2004
5. Growing Old 4/5/2010
6. The Origin Of Death 4/5/2010
7. Ye Heralds Of Freedom 4/6/2010
8. The Hell-Bound Train 4/5/2010
9. You'Ll Tell Her, Won'T You? 4/6/2010
10. Victories Of The Heart 4/6/2010
11. Ode To Joy 4/5/2010
12. Pope And Mcdowell 4/5/2010
13. Godfrey Gordon 1/1/2004
14. I Don'T Want To Die 1/1/2004
15. Ye Spirits Of The Free 4/6/2010
16. What Mean Ye? 4/6/2010
17. When Christ Was Born Of Mary Fre 4/6/2010
18. For Christmas Day In The Morning 1/1/2004
19. Promise 4/5/2010
20. The Little Church Round The Corner 4/5/2010
21. Rain 4/5/2010
22. Old Mother Seward 4/5/2010
23. Hospital Duties 4/5/2010
24. Foweles In The Frith 1/1/2004
25. Clerk Saunders 1/1/2004
26. Poor Johnnie Pope 4/5/2010
27. Fifty Years Apart 4/5/2010
28. Midnight Special 1/1/2004
29. Fair Helen 1/1/2004
30. When The French Band Plays 4/6/2010
31. Yankee Was A Bad Man, Yankee Was A Thief, 4/6/2010
32. The Man In The South 4/5/2010
33. The Snow At Fredericksburg 4/5/2010
34. The Charge Of The Mule Brigade 4/5/2010
35. The Ancient Banner 4/5/2010
36. We'Re Coming! We'Re Coming! 4/6/2010
37. Zaza, The Female Slave 4/6/2010
38. Enlisted Today 4/5/2010
39. Ole Wirginny 4/5/2010
40. Liberty Ball 4/5/2010
Best Poem of Anonymous Americas

I Saw Three Ships

I saw three ships come sailing in
On Christmas day, on Christmas day;
I saw three ships come sailing in
On Christmas day in the morning.
And what was in those ships all three,
On Christmas day, on Christmas day?
And what was in those ships all three,
On Christmas day in the morning?
Our Saviour Christ and his lady,
On Christmas day, on Christmas day;
Our Saviour Christ and his lady,
On Christmas day in the morning.
Pray whither sailed those ships all three,
On Christmas day, on Christmas day?
Pray whither...

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At Liberty I Sit And See

At liberty I sit and see
Them, that have erst laugh'd me to scorn,
Whipp'd with the whip that scourged me:
And now they ban that they were born.

I see them sit full soberly
And think their earnest looks to hide;
Now, in themselves, they cannot spy
That they or this in me have spied.

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