Anonymous Americas

(1000-1950 / United States)

Anonymous Americas Poems

41. Emancipation Hymn 4/5/2010
42. Emancipation Song 4/5/2010
43. Encore 4/5/2010
44. England 1/1/2004
45. Enlisted Today 4/5/2010
46. Eternal Time, That Wastest Without Waste 4/5/2010
47. Eulogy For A Veteran 4/5/2010
48. Fair Helen 1/1/2004
49. Farewell To Brother Jonathan 4/5/2010
50. Fifty Years Apart 4/5/2010
51. Fling Out The Anti Slavery Flag 4/5/2010
52. Flying Slave 4/5/2010
53. For Christmas Day In The Morning 1/1/2004
54. Foweles In The Frith 1/1/2004
55. Frankie And Johnnie 1/1/2004
56. Freedom's Star 4/5/2010
57. Friendship 4/5/2010
58. Fugitive's Triumph 4/5/2010
59. Give Me That Old Time Religion 4/5/2010
60. God And The Soldier 1/1/2004
61. God Rest You Merry, Gentlemen 1/1/2004
62. God Save The King 1/1/2004
63. Godfrey Gordon 1/1/2004
64. Growing Old 4/5/2010
65. Hell In Texas 4/5/2010
66. Hellbound Train 4/5/2010
67. Hind Horn 1/1/2004
68. Hospital Duties 4/5/2010
69. Hurrah For The Light Artillery! 4/5/2010
70. I Am An Abolitionist 4/5/2010
71. I Don'T Want To Die 1/1/2004
72. I Have A Gentil Cock 1/1/2004
73. I Know Moonrise 4/5/2010
74. I Saw Three Ships 1/1/2004
75. I Sing Of A Maiden 1/1/2004
76. If All The World Were Paper 1/1/2004
77. If I Ever Marry, I'Ll Marry A Maid 4/5/2010
78. If We Knew 4/5/2010
79. I'M Growing Old 4/5/2010
80. In Snow-Time 4/5/2010
Best Poem of Anonymous Americas

The Man In The Glass

When you get what you want in your struggle for self
and the world makes you king for a day
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
and see what that man has to say

For it isn't your father or mother or wife
who judgment upon you must pass
The fellow whose verdict counts the most in your life
is the one staring back from the glass

Some people may think you a straight-shooting chum
and call you a wonderful guy
But the guy in the glass says you're only a bum
if you can't look him straight in the eye

He's the fellow to please never mind all the ...

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The Forsaken Bride

O waly waly up the bank,
And waly waly down the brae,
And waly waly yon burn-side
Where I and my Love wont to gae!
I leant my back unto an aik,
I thought it was a trusty tree;
But first it bow'd, and syne it brak,
Sae my true Love did lichtly me.

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