Poems by Gamaliel Bradford
Why?
... Hist! Zop! The world is all awry ...
God
... s leading nowhere I persistently unravel, Tread strange paths of meditation very intricate to travel ...
Who Cares?
... Who cares, Though age oppress, ...
Expenses
... And when they longed for partridge all they had to do was shoot ...
Taken All Together
... But through the stormy weather ...
The Divagator
... Don't say my songs are common ...
Heinelet II
... Where it seemed that their lips could not sever ...
Nerves
... Nerves are most extraordinary ...
Greeks
... e Arnold's, is the glory of the nine, Passion, laughter, deathless beauty, on the Attic stage divine ...
Comedy
... The men who swagger like game cocks, ...
Things Of Clay
... Every long-laid project shatters, ...
The Congregation
... The ghost of night's long hours depart ...
The Riot
... Wild thoughts are always flying, ...
The Pack
... a pity that the ragged thorns of culture Should be tearing at my vitals, as Prometheus's the vulture ...
Disorder
... My course without has always been ...
