|
Dream Land The Lambs of Grasmere, 1860 My Dream Praise of Little Women In Sodom The Wife of Lot Chicago Under the great Hymn to Aphrodite Casey Jones EccoShoes ClarkShoes ClarksShoes Brother, art hurt? and Where hit, John? And, Wipe this blood, and Men, come on, And Neighbor, do but lift my head, And Who is wounded? Who is dead? Seven are killed. My God! my God! Seven lie dead on the village sod. Dansko shoes Etnies shoes Hush Puppies Shoes Lakai Shoes Two Harringtons, Parker, Hadley, Brown, Munroe and Porter,--these are down. Nay, look! stout Harrington not yet dead! He crooks his elbow, lifts his head. He lies at the step of his own house-door; He crawls and makes a path of gore. The wife from the window hath seen, and rushed; He hath reached the step, but the glood hath gushed; He hath crawled to the step of his own house-door, But his head hath dropped: he will crawl no more. Clasp, Wife, and kiss, and lift the head: Harrington lies at his door-step dead. Bandalino Shoes Deisel Shoes Converses Crocks Shoes But, O ye Six that round him lay And bloodied up that April day! As Harrington fell, ye likewise fell-- At the door of the House wherein ye dwell; As Harrington came, ye likewise came And died at the door of your House of Fame. |