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That I could forget the trickling tears and the blows of the bludgeons and hammers!
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The tops alone second the fire of this little battery, especially the main-top, They hold out bravely during the whole of the action.
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
42 A call in the midst of the crowd, My own voice, orotund sweeping and final.If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read.52 The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering.I help myself to material and immaterial, No guard can shut me off, no law prevent.You sweaty brooks and dews it shall be you!Root of wash'd sweet-flag!Comment on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at DayPoems Feedback.