That really is American
I'd like to be the sort of man the flag could boast about; I'd like to be the sort of man it cannot live without; I'd…
Read issue →By all their swords, by all their scars
"By all their swords, by all their scars, By all their names, a mighty spell! By all their wounds, by all their wars,…
Read issue →he plugged me where I bled
'E lifted up my 'ead, An' he plugged me where I bled, An' 'e guv me 'arf-a-pint o' water-green: It was crawlin' and it…
Read issue →The stars are with the voyager
The stars are with the voyager Wherever he may sail; The moon is constant to her time; The sun will never fail; But…
Read issue →Prepare, prepare the iron helm of war
Prepare, prepare the iron helm of war, Bring forth the lots, cast in the spacious orb; Th' Angel of Fate turns them with…
Read issue →Though you should build a bark of dead men's bones
Though you should build a bark of dead men's bones, And rear a phantom gibbet for a mast, Stitch shrouds together for…
Read issue →What Elysium have ye known, Happy
Souls of Poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid…
Read issue →The wild winds weep and the night
The wild winds weep And the night is a-cold; Come hither, Sleep, And my griefs infold: But lo! the morning peeps Over…
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