Helen Leah Reed Fight Poems

  • 1.
    For thee he thought,
    The Greek, who by the sea
    Lay in his lithe-limbed grace, as dreamily
    He gazed upon the sky begemmed with stars,
    ...
  • 2.
    Oh, the noise of Piccadilly - its rumble and its roar!
    A tide of life's broad ocean surging toward the shore.
    Who once has listened, ever can hear its long refrain
    With haunting echo drowning or dirge or flaunting strain.
    ...
  • 3.
    Sing of America, sing of our Country!
    Land of two oceans, of palm-tree and pine!
    Firm as the rock of her towering mountains,
    Free as her rivers from Heaven-born fountains,
    ...
  • 4.
    From top to pedestal you scan it lightly -
    Capped head to lettered base - and you are smiling.
    What see you there to set your lips a-quiver?
    An awkward figure cut from ugly granite,
    ...
  • 5.
    A new year dawning on a warring world!
    And many fight, and many pray for peace;
    But yet the roar of battle will not cease,
    Still man against his brother man is hurled.
    ...
  • 6.
    Behold a long procession passing proudly,
    And yet no glittering pomp adorns its way,
    Only the emblems of our States and Nation,
    Only the flags that floated on the day
    ...
  • 7.
    Well satisfied with all his own, he stands
    Holding a trembling balance in his hands;
    On one scale - wealth and ease, men's praises, too -
    Whatever charms the soul, and keeps it true.
    ...
  • 8.
    Ah! Unhappy are the maidens, who love's game are kept from playing,
    Nor in mellow wine may wash away their cares;
    Who, scared by scolding uncles' tongues, their terror are displaying, -
    But from you, though, Neobulë©, Cupid bears
    ...
Total 8 Fight Poems by Helen Leah Reed

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