Anonymous Americas

(1000-1950 / United States)

Anonymous Americas Poems

161. The Ghost Of Goshen 4/5/2010
162. The Graybacks So Tenderly Clinging 4/5/2010
163. The Great Drum 4/5/2010
164. The Great Titanic 4/5/2010
165. The Hell-Bound Train 4/5/2010
166. The Joy Of Incompleteness 4/5/2010
167. The Laily Worm And The Mackerel Of The Sea 1/1/2004
168. The Leather Bottel 1/1/2004
169. The Little Church Round The Corner 4/5/2010
170. The Lover In Winter Plaineth For The Spring 1/1/2004
171. The Man In The Glass 4/5/2010
172. The Man In The South 4/5/2010
173. The Navajo Night Way Ceremony 4/5/2010
174. The Old Man's Wish 1/1/2004
175. The Origin Of Death 4/5/2010
176. The Rain 1/1/2004
177. The Red Zouave 4/5/2010
178. The Rose-Bush 4/5/2010
179. The Saddest Fate 4/5/2010
180. The Sermon In The Stocking 4/5/2010
181. The Slave Boy's Wish 4/5/2010
182. The Slave-Auction--A Fact 4/5/2010
183. The Snow At Fredericksburg 4/5/2010
184. The Soldier's Christmas Eve 4/5/2010
185. The Soldier's Grave 4/5/2010
186. The Song Of The Negro Boatmen 4/5/2010
187. The Southern Mother's Charge 4/5/2010
188. The Sun's Last Ray 4/5/2010
189. The Swamp Angel 4/5/2010
190. The Sweets Of Liberty 4/5/2010
191. The Telegraph Clerk 4/5/2010
192. The Three Ravens 4/5/2010
193. The Time When I First Fell In Love 4/5/2010
194. The Twa Corbies 1/1/2004
195. The Two Sisters 1/1/2004
196. The Vicar Of Bray 1/1/2004
197. The Vicksburg Jail 4/5/2010
198. The Vision Of A Giant Who Migrated From Baja To Tiburon Island 4/5/2010
199. There Is A Tavern In The Town 1/1/2004
200. Thomas The Rhymer 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Anonymous Americas

God And The Soldier

God and the soldier
All men adore
In time of trouble,
And no more;
For when war is over
And all things righted,
God is neglected -
The old soldier slighted.

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The Forsaken Bride

O waly waly up the bank,
And waly waly down the brae,
And waly waly yon burn-side
Where I and my Love wont to gae!
I leant my back unto an aik,
I thought it was a trusty tree;
But first it bow'd, and syne it brak,
Sae my true Love did lichtly me.

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