By Thomas Bracken
God of Nations at Thy feet,In the bonds of love we meet,Hear our voices, we entreat,God defend our free...
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- By UnknownHeyla! We have a story about the Spear-Danes, from the old days when they were big and their kings showed...
- By UnknownOft him anhaga are gebideð, metudes miltse, þeah þe he modcearig geond lagulade longe sceolde hreran...
- By Janet Loxley LewisWe have forgotten Paris, and his fate. We have not much inquired If Menelaus from the Trojan gate Returning...
- By Countee CullenWherein are words sublime or noble? What Invests one speech with haloed eminence, Makes it the sesame...
- By Duane NiatumHin-Mah-Too-Yah-Lat-Ket: Thunder-rolling in-the-mountains, never reached with his people, the Wal-lam-wat-kins...
- By Alan DuganBecause of the unaccountable spirit of the troops oh we were marched as we were never marched before...
- By Derek WalcottThere were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank ...
- By Patrick DurginHow do I compare the costs Of leaving one system Of cooperation For another System of cooperation? How...
- By James TateThe way to the toy store was blocked by a fallen tree in the road. There was a policeman directing ...
- By Natasha Trethewey1 In which I try to decipher the story it tells, this syntax of monuments flanking the old courthouse...
- By Natalie ShaperoThe comet taught us how to watch the war. The comet contended that fire is romantic and recommended ...
- By Langston HughesLet America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain...
- By Ada LimónThe truth is, I’ve never cared for the National Anthem. If you think about it, it’s not a good song....
- By David HernandezI’m this tiny, this statuesque, and everywhere in between, and everywhere in between bony and overweight...
- By Aluristawhat for the rush and bloody pain what for the blooming and the rain what for the quest and odyssey...
- By Luljeta Lleshanaku1. Here I rest, in South Georgia. A few feet of evolution away lie the graves of whale hunters, pointing...
- By Margaret BurroughsMy children, my children, remember the day When the Drum Major of Freedom's parade went away. Stop crying...
- By Margaret BurroughsVenerable black women You of yesterday, you of today. Black mothers of tomorrow yet to be These lines...
- By Margaret BurroughsLet it be known to all, the story Of the glorious struggle of my people. Let it be known that black ...