Jones Very

(28 August 1813 – 8 May 1880 / Salem, Massachusetts)

Jones Very Poems

1. Life 1/1/2004
2. Thy Better Self 1/1/2004
3. Nature 1/1/2004
4. Enoch 1/1/2004
5. Soul-Sickness 4/21/2010
6. The Dead 1/1/2004
7. Faith 4/21/2010
8. HOW many of the body's health complain, 1/1/2004
9. The New Birth 1/1/2004
10. I Was Sick And In Prison 4/21/2010
11. Memory 4/21/2010
12. The Barberry-Bush 4/21/2010
13. Love 4/21/2010
14. He Was Acquainted With Grief 4/21/2010
15. Lines To A Withered Leaf Seen On A Poet's Table 4/21/2010
16. The Slave 4/21/2010
17. The New Man 1/1/2004
18. The Song 1/1/2004
19. Psyche 1/1/2004
20. Ehue! Fugaces, Posthume, Labuntur Anni 4/21/2010

The Eagles

THE eagles gather on the place of death
So thick the ground is spotted with their wings,
The air is tainted with the noisome breath
The wind from off the field of slaughter brings;
Alas! no mourners weep them for the slain,
But all unburied lies the naked soul;
The whitening bones of thousands strew the plain,
Yet none can now the pestilence control;
The eagles gathering on the carcase feed,

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