Samuel Alfred Beadle

(1857-1932 / the USA)

Samuel Alfred Beadle Poems

1. My Country 9/18/2010
2. A Message For Janett 9/18/2010
3. After Church 9/18/2010
4. Afterward 9/18/2010
5. Age's Rejoinder 9/18/2010
6. Alice 9/18/2010
7. Baby Darling 9/18/2010
8. Biographia 9/18/2010
9. Castle Builders 9/18/2010
10. Ella's Dance 9/18/2010
11. Eulelia 9/18/2010
12. Flora 9/18/2010
13. For A Woman 9/18/2010
14. Hiland-Buckingham 9/18/2010
15. I Care Not For The Miser's Gold 9/18/2010
16. Ida 9/18/2010
17. If I Had A Million 9/18/2010
18. Impromptu 9/18/2010
19. Innocence Asleep 9/18/2010
20. Irene 9/18/2010
21. My Wish 9/18/2010
22. Nannie Is A Bonnie Maid 9/18/2010
23. Nicknames 9/18/2010
24. Onward 9/18/2010
25. Sleepy Corner 9/18/2010
26. Sonnets To My Love 9/18/2010
27. Strike For Equal Rights 9/18/2010
28. The Deed Vs. Assessment Rolls 9/18/2010
29. The Driving Of The Cattle Home 9/18/2010
30. The Fate Of All 9/18/2010
31. The Golden Rod 9/18/2010
32. The Haven Of The Lees 9/18/2010
33. The Jaunt 9/18/2010
34. The Love That Would Not Keep 9/18/2010
35. The Music Of The Rain 9/18/2010
36. The Pyramid 9/18/2010
37. The Rape Of The Flowers 9/18/2010
38. The Shady Side 9/18/2010
39. John Marshall's Divorce 9/18/2010
40. Kiss Me Again 9/18/2010
Best Poem of Samuel Alfred Beadle

My Suburban Girl

I know a sweet suburban girl,
She's witty, bright and brief;
With dimples in her cheeks; and pearl
In rubies set, for teeth.

Beneath her glossy raven hair
There beams the hazel eye,
Bright as the star of evening there
Where the yellow sunbeams die.

Her breath is like a flower blown,
In fragrance and perfume;
Her voice seems from the blissful throne
where their harps the angels tune.

Her waist is just a trifle more
Than a cubit in its girth;
But when there my arms I throw,
I've all there is of earth.

And when she ...

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A Message For Janett

Far away where the raging sea goes,
In the islands of the sea,
There our brave and daring heroes
Fought the battles of the free;
From the hands of arrogant Spain
Struck the sword of tyranny,
On the plains of El Caney.


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