I am the mash'd fireman with breast-bone broken, Tumbling walls buried me in their debris, Heat and tjäna pengar på att spela tv spel mad medan smoke I inspired, I heard the yelling shouts of my comrades, I heard the distant click of their picks and shovels, They have clear'd the beams away, they.
Under 1907 föll priset på silver, och samtidigt flyttade gruvarbetarna med sina stora företag till Death Valley, därefter blev Calico som en spökstad.
Here and there with dimes on the eyes walking, To feed the greed of the belly the brains liberally spooning, Tickets buying, taking, selling, but in to the feast never once going, Many sweating, ploughing, thrashing, and then the chaff for payment receiving, A few.Idag kan man besöka spökstaden, där en tredjedel fortfarande är som det ursprungligen var en gång i tiden.I anchor my ship for a little while only, My messengers continually cruise away or bring their returns.For me the keepers of convicts shoulder their carbines and keep watch, It is I let out in the morning and barr'd at night.Our frigate takes fire, The other asks if we demand quarter?None obey'd the command to kneel, Some made a mad and helpless rush, some stood stark and straight, A few fell at once, shot in the temple or heart, the living and dead lay together, The maim'd and mangled dug in the dirt, the new-comers.I understand the large hearts of heroes, The courage of present times and all times, How the skipper saw the crowded and rudderless wreck of the steamship, and Death chasing it up and down the storm, How he knuckled tight and gave not back.Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much?O manhood, balanced, florid and full.Are you the President?
It cannot fall the young man who died and was buried, Nor the young woman who died and was put by his side, Nor the little child that peep'd in at the door, and then drew back and was never seen again, Nor the old.
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På 50-talet när Laughlin grundades, bestod staden endast av ett motell och en bar.All forces have been steadily employ'd to complete and delight me, Now on this spot I stand with my robust soul.The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work.Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening, (Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.) Do I contradict myself?Did you fear some scrofula out of the unflagging pregnancy?A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to my caresses, Head high in the forehead, wide between the ears, Limbs glossy and supple, tail dusting the ground, Eyes full of sparkling wickedness, ears finely cut, flexibly moving.40 Flaunt of the sunshine I need not your bask-lie over!Your facts are useful, and yet they are not my dwelling, I but enter by them to an area of my dwelling.My voice is the wife's voice, the screech by the rail of the stairs, They fetch my man's body up dripping and drown'd.Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs, Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven.43 I do not despise you priests, all time, the world over, My faith is the greatest of faiths and the least of faiths, Enclosing worship ancient and modern and all between ancient and modern, Believing I shall come again upon the earth after five.Besöka stadsmuseet, en saloon och några olika butiker.A few quadrillions of eras, a few octillions of cubic leagues, do not hazard the span or make it impatient, They are but parts, any thing is but a part.