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Gamaliel Bradford Poems

  • I Might-and I Might Not
    I might forget ambition and the hunger for success.
    I might forget the passion to escape from nothingness.
    I might forget the curious dreams of ecstasy that haunt
    My fancy day and night. I might forget them. But I can't. ...
  • Nerves
    Nerves are most extraordinary,
    Full of useful information,
    At a moment's notice merry
    With abounding cacchination, ...
  • The Tickle
    I like to read confessions
    As lengthy as Rousseau's,
    With all their slow processions
    Of innumerable woes. ...
  • The Riot
    You may think my life is quiet.
    I find it full of change,
    An ever-varied diet,
    As piquant as 'tis strange. ...
  • My Youth
    Oh, my youth was hot and eager,
    And my heart was burning, burning,
    And the present joy seemed meagre,
    Dwarfed by that perpetual yearning. ...
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Life 10 I Love You 8 Love 8 Delight 8 Night 6 Long 6 World 6 Joy 5 Heart 5 Soul 5


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Randomamzn: confederate portraits, annotated
Womanne2341: what strange perversity is it that induces a man to set his heart on doing those things which he has not succeeded in and makes him slight those in which his achievement has been respectable.,gamaliel bradford,forgiveness,
Tbstandridge: "there are simply those who think they are impartial and those who know they are not." - gamaliel bradford
Viraarmstrong: wives - gamaliel bradford - 1925.
Robertsnickc: leaves down come the leaves, like fleeting years, or idle tears of love that grieves. a tinkling trill, a pallid flight like brief delight - and all is still. ~ gamaliel bradford, 1863-1932
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