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The Comet + (<div class="poem"> <p><span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 4em;">"Come," she cried nervously. "We must search the city."</span> </p> </div>)
The Comet + (<div class="poem"> <p><span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 4em;">"I had been shut up in my dark room developing pictures of the comet which I took last night; when I came out––I saw the dead!</span> </p> </div>)
The Comet + (<div class="poem"> <p><span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 4em;">She lifted her head and looked at her late companion curiously and then dropped her eyes with a sigh.</span> </p> </div>)
In a Breath + (<div class="poem"> <p><span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 5em;"> <i>To the Williamson Brothers</i></span> </p> </div>)
She being Brand + (<div class="poem"> <p><span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 8em;">(it</span> </p> </div>)
Across the Continent by the Lincoln Highway + (<div class="poem"> <p>A FOREWORD THAT IS A RETROSPECT </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>A GUIDE, who at the age of twelve had in disgust left his native state, once epitomized it to me. </p> </div>)
The Man Speaks + (<div class="poem"> <p>A breath from the sea is kissing the housetops of the city,<br /> Kissing the roofs,<br /> And dying into silence. </p> </div>)
Rabbit Elusiveness + (<div class="poem"> <p>A fleet … <div class="poem"></br><p>A fleet of latest motor cars, the best ones ever built,<br /></br>Masterpieces, too, of art in frames of finest gilt.<br /></br>Profits from our rabbits would buy us many things,<br /></br>Wipe away the loss our orchard always brings.</br></p></br></div>s,<br /> Wipe away the loss our orchard always brings. </p> </div>)
Indignation and Jubilation + (<div class="poem"> <p>A friend, to us did come who’s sore,<br /> You should have heard his awful roar.<br /> A copper on the great high-way<br /> Caught him in a trap one day. </p> </div>)
The Value of Thrift + (<div class="poem"> <p>A motor car is like a man,<br /> Some cannot save and others can,<br /> The one of all that saves the most,<br /> It’s Studebaker’s right to boast. </p> </div>)
A White Road + (<div class="poem"> <p>A white road between sea and land,<br /> Night and silence on either hand––<br /> Pointing to some unknown gate<br /> A white forefinger of fate. </p> </div>)
For the Marriage of Faustus and Helen + (<div class="poem"> <p>Accept a lone eye riveted to your plane,<br /> Bent axle of devotion along companion ways<br /> That beat, continuous, to hourless days—<br /> One inconspicuous, glowing orb of praise. </p> </div>)
The Motor Road + (<div class="poem"> <p>Across the barren uplands, sere and brown,<br /> We drive until the evening wind blows drear,<br /> And so at last we turn again toward town;<br /> The roar of traffic beats upon the ear. </p> </div>)
The Road + (<div class="poem"> <p>Ah little road, brown as my race is brown,<br /> Your trodden beauty like our trodden pride,<br /> Dust of the dust, they must not bruise you down.<br /> Rise to one brimming golden, spilling cry! </p> </div>)
Interest Bearing Investments + (<div class="poem"> <p>All through life as taught by Him,<br /> If you take out you must put in,<br /> It’s things you do for all about,<br /> You take your biggest interest out. </p> </div>)
The Road of Human Life + (<div class="poem"> <p>Along the Road of Human Life,<br /> So very near, on either side,<br /> With winds and storms and billows rife,<br /> There is a sea that's wide;<br /> And woe to him who trips and falls<br /> Into that darkening tide. </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>And before we could turn around to carry out his injunction, half the crowd had melted away! </p> </div>)
Cities + (<div class="poem"> <p>And in these dark cells,<br /> packed street after street,<br /> souls live, hideous yet—<br /> O disfigured, defaced,<br /> with no trace of the beauty<br /> men once held so light. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>And instantly her own car was stuck. </p> </div>)
Brown’s Descent or, the Willy-Nilly Slide + (<div class="poem"> <p>And many must have seen him make<br /> His wild descent from there one night,<br /> ’Cross lots, ’cross walls, ’cross everything,<br /> Describing rings of lantern light. </p> </div>)
Brown’s Descent or, the Willy-Nilly Slide + (<div class="poem"> <p>And stamped and said things to himself,<br /> And sometimes something seemed to yield,<br /> He gained no foothold, but pursued<br /> His journey down from field to field. </p> </div>)
The Traffic of Life + (<div class="poem"> <p>And the country calls to the city-bred,<br /> "Come away from the fields of strife,<br /> For a breath of air from the snow-clad peaks<br /> In the traffic of Joy is Life.” </p> </div>)
The Traffic of Life + (<div class="poem"> <p>And the dream of man is a broader dream<br /> With the span of his life’s increase,<br /> And the throbbing pulse of the motor car<br /> Bears him nearer the haunts of Peace. </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>And then came the first manifestation of a peculiar luck which followed us on our entire trip. Never saving us from catastrophe, it rescued us in the most unlikely fashion, soon after disaster. </p> </div>)

Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>And then he bit it off! </p> </div>)

Brown’s Descent or, the Willy-Nilly Slide + (<div class="poem"> <p>And then went round it on his feet,<br /> After the manner of our stock;<br /> Not much concerned for those to whom,<br /> At that particular time o’clock, </p> </div>)
The Traffic of Life + (<div class="poem"> <p>And we laugh at Time as the tardy Hours<br /> In their gallop from Day’s red dawn<br /> Are outdistanced far in the swift-sped race<br /> By this product of brain and brawn. </p> </div>)
On a Tree Fallen Across The Road + (<div class="poem"> <p>And yet she knows obstruction is in vain:<br /> We will not be put off the final goal<br /> We have it hidden in us to attain,<br /> Not though we have to seize earth by the pole </p> </div>)
On a Tree Fallen Across The Road + (<div class="poem"> <p>And, tired of aimless circling in one place,<br /> Steer straight off after something into space. </p> </div>)
Safety in Conversation + (<div class="poem"> <p>Around this table without any jars<br /> They freely debated on all motor cars.<br /> They praised or condemned without any heat,<br /> Each claiming his car did all others beat. </p> </div>)
Automobiling in the West + (<div class="poem"> <p>Arrived at the Gap and Mr. Winton soon developed uneasiness because of the enforced delay in the trip. Next morning he announced his intention of making a temporary repair and working ahead slowly through the snow. </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>As I threw in the clutch, we heard a woman's voice calling after us. It was Toby's mother, and what she said was, "Don't drive at night!" </p> </div>)
Our Support + (<div class="poem"> <p>As long as one lives and stirs all around,<br /> There’s food and dress for him to be found.<br /> Industry is said to be a health maker,<br /> We find it in selling the Six Studebaker. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>As the bug whirled down on him, the tough was to be seen throwing up his hands, leaping from the high bank. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>As the car stood outside taking on gas, a man flapped up, spelled out the New York license, looked at Claire and her father, and inquired, "Quite a ways from home, aren't you?" </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>As they came into the garage, their surly acquaintance of the night before looked just as surly, but Claire tried a boisterous "Good morning!" </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>As to the purser, we left him severely alone. We did not feel we could flirt with him in the style to which he had been accustomed. </p> </div>)
Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout + (<div class="poem"> <p>At Lakin, Kansas, he stopped with cousins for a few days, meanwhile selling two cars to be delivered later. </p> </div>)
Safety in Conversation + (<div class="poem"> <p>At a certain round-table a good-natured bunch<br /> Of finest of fellows met daily for lunch.<br /> An hour’s interchange of thoughts and ideas,<br /> All would depart each feeling at ease. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>At eleven minutes past twelve a Gomez-Dep roadster appeared down the road, stopped at the garage. To Milt it was as exciting as the appearance of a comet to a watching astronomer. </p> </div>)
Westward Hoboes + (<div class="poem"> <p>At last the car stirred a bit from her lethargy, the two boys put their country strength against her broad back and pushed; the engine roared like a man-eating tiger—and we got out. </p> </div>)
The Young Housewife + (<div class="poem"> <p>At ten A.M. the young housewife<br /> moves about in negligee behind<br /> the wooden walls of her husband's house.<br /> I pass solitary in my car. </p> </div>)
XXII + (<div class="poem"> <p>At the theatre, playing tennis, driving motor cars we had, <br /> In our continental villas, mixing cocktails for a cad. </p> </div>)
Get there if you can and see the land you were once proud to own + (<div class="poem"> <p>At the theatre, playing tennis, driving motor cars we had, <br /> In our continental villas, mixing cocktails for a cad. </p> </div>)
Civilization + (<div class="poem"> <p>Away then, with soft ideals:<br /> Brace yourself with bitterness:<br /> A drink of that biting liquor, the Truth... </p> </div>)
Knutsford Park Races + (<div class="poem"> <p>Batch o' p'licemen, lookin' fine,<br /> Tramp away to de car line;<br /> No more pólicemen can be<br /> Smart as those from Half Way Tree:<br /> Happy, all have happy faces,<br /> For 'tis Knutsford Park big races. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Before Milt slept that night, in his camp three miles from Gopher Prairie, he went through religious rites. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Before he answered the young man strode ahead to the front of her car, Claire obediently trotting after him. He stooped to look at her front axle. He raised his head, glanced at her, and he was blushing again. </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Before she sent it she held council with her father. She sat on the foot of his bed and tried to sound dutiful. "I don't want to do anything that's bad for you, daddy. But isn't it taking your mind away from business?" </p> </div>)
Free Air + (<div class="poem"> <p>Ben Sittka did not talk to the girl while he inserted the tube in the spare casing. Only, in the triumphant moment when the parted ends of the steel rim snapped back together, he piped, "Going far?" </p> </div>)