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On The Road to Nowhere + (Bibliographic Information Author … Bibliographic Information Author Lindsay, Vachel Genre Poetry Journal or Book Selected Poems of Vachel Lindsay Publisher Macmillan Year of Publication 1916 Pages 101-102 Additional information - Upon Returning to the Country Road rural On the road to nowhere What wild oats did you sow When you left your father's house With your cheeks aglow? Eyes so strained and eager To see what you might see? Were you thief of were you fool Or most nobly free? Were the tramp-days knightly, True sowing of wild seed? Did you dare to make the songs Vanquished workmen need? Did you waste much money To deck a leper's feast? Love the truth, defy the crowd Scandalize the priest? On the road to nowhere What wild oats did you sow? Stupids find the nowhere-road Dusty, grim and slow. metaphor plant road condition slowness Ere their sowing's ended They turn them on their track, Look at the caitiff craven wights Repentant, hurrying back! Grown ashamed of nowhere, Of rags endured for years, Lust for velvet in their hearts, Pierced with Mammon's spears, All but a few fanatics Give up their darling goal, Seek to be as others are, Stultify the soul. Reapings now confront them, Glut them, or destroy. Curious seeds, grain or weeds Sown with awful joy. Hurried is their harvest, They make soft peace with men. Pilgrims pass. They care not, Will not tramp again. O nowhere, golden nowhere! Sages and fools go on To your chaotic ocean, To your tremendous dawn. Far in your fair dream-haven, Is nothing or is all... They press on, singing, sowing Wild deeds without recall!inging, sowing Wild deeds without recall!)
Our California + (Bibliographic Information Author … Bibliographic Information Author Reynolds, Elsbery Washington Genre Poetry Journal or Book AutoLine o’Type Publisher The Book Supply Company Year of Publication 1924 Pages 20 Additional information - We wrote to a friend back east one day, And told him all we thought to say. We filled a dozen pages or more, Of the glories of this far western shore. He said, when he answered in reply, "I thought that heaven was up on high. From what you say of your state so fair, I think that heaven must be out there." "If your highways all are paved so grand, And stars so bright o'er all the land, The mountain streams beyond compare, Then surely heaven must be out there." infrastructure highway mountain river road surface sublime metaphysics "I thought that heaven was free from toil, But your letter says you till the soil. Yet, if you have such wonderful air, Where is heaven if not out there?" "The rising sun you say is fine, And the early morning like red wine. To be sure," he said, "I must declare, From what you write me heaven is there." "Have you received your starry crown?" He said, "Your cross, have you laid down, Do all the angels have blonde hair, In this heaven you write me of out there?" "You say it's filled with those who play, And more are coming every day, Yet, there is always room to spare. Please tell me more of heaven out there." We wrote him, "We can tell no more, But when you reach this western shore, Studebakers you'll see them everywhere." Then, he said, "Heaven is there." affect car car model west metaphysics —The Car with Character. —The Car with Character.)
Who Lies? + (Bibliographic Information Author … Bibliographic Information Author Reynolds, Elsbery Washington Genre Poetry Journal or Book AutoLine o'Type Publisher The Book Supply Company Year of Publication 1924 Pages 24 Additional information - Somebody said it can't be done, Salaries to all and commissions none. We smiled till tears were in our eyes, For can't is a word we do despise. We have done the thing that couldn't be done. Somebody scoffed it can't be done, Seven per cent to every last one. No compound rate or broker's fee, Will send you sure into bankruptcy. We have done the thing that couldn't be done. Somebody sneered it can't be done, Carry your paper for each mother's son. You can't collect, your loss run high, Let broker and banker cut the pie. We have done the thing that couldn't be done. Somebody croaked it can't be done, Service by night without the sun. Expenses great will bring you ruin, We heard them not with all their wooin'. We have done the thing that couldn't be done. Somebody mocked it can't be done, Back with you name the cars that 'ave run. Your profits will in them surely go, The public be d—d so take them low. We have done the thing that couldn't be done. car Somebody gibed it can't be done, This thing and that and the other one. So we took off our coat and defied the whole ring, And we started to sing as we tackled the thing. We have done the thing that couldn't be done. Some people live neath clouds of dread And never see a single star. Happier, they would be, if dead And riding in a Studebaker Car. car model —The Car with Character. —The Car with Character.)
On Broadway + (Bibliographic Information Author … Bibliographic Information Author McKay, Claude Genre Poetry Journal or Book Spring in New Hampshire and Other Poems Publisher Grant Richards Ltd Year of Publication 1920 Pages 18 Additional information - About me young and careless feet Linger along the garish street; Above, a hundred shouting signs Shed down their bright fantastic glow Upon the merry crowd and lines Of moving carriages below: O wonderful is Broadway—only My heart, my heart is lonely. urban Desire naked, linked with Passion, Goes strutting by in brazen fashion; From playhouse, cabaret and inn The rainbow lights of Broadway blaze All gay without, all glad within; As in a dream I stand and gaze At Broadway, shining Broadway—only My heart, my heart is lonely. urban is lonely. urban)
Spring in California + (Bibliographic Information Author … Bibliographic Information Author Fraser, Vonard Genre Poetry Journal or Book Motor Land Publisher - Year of Publication 1922 Pages 24 Additional information - There's a strident call in the Open Road Where the Spring's glad message lies, And the motor sings me a joyous song With a lilt of the azure skies. car sound music personification pleasure road sky spring O’er the ribboned line of the Great Highway, Where the wildflower carpet's laid, Where the poppy opens her golden cup As a symbol of Spring arrayed. highway plant metaphor road spring Through the forests, born in an ancient day, With their banks of moss and bloom, And the bordered aisles of the canyons dim Where the giant Redwoods loom. forest tree plant Then o'er hill and dale to the realm of snow, To the mirrored lakes and rills, While the skylark's call from the meadows green Can be heard on a thousand hills. snow lake animal sound For the feverish press in this Game of Life What a balm does Nature bear! What a draught of health in the new-turned earth, What a change from the realm of Care! O, the key to much that the world loves best Can be found beside the way, If your motor sings you a joyous song At the dawn of a bright spring day. car personification pleasure music sound springtion pleasure music sound spring)
The Love-Hour + (Bibliographic Information Author … Bibliographic Information Author Oppenheim, James Genre Poetry Journal or Book Songs for the New Age Publisher The Century Co. Year of Publication 1914 Pages 90-91 Additional information - city urban Where may she of the hall bedroom hold the love-hour? In what sweet privacy find her soul before the face of the belovéd? And the kiss that lifts her from the noise of the shop, And the bitter carelessness of the streets? Neither is there garden nor secret parlor for her: And cruel winter has spoiled the shores of the sea; The benches in the park are laden with melting snow, And the bedroom forbidden... But ah, the love of a woman! She will not be cheated! Up the stoop she went to the vestibule of the house, And beckoned to me to come to that darkness of doors: Here in a crevice of the public city the love-hour was spent... Outside rumbled the cars between drifts of the gas-lit snow, And the footsteps fell of the wanderers in the night... Within, the dark house slept... But we, in our little cave, stood, and saw in the gleaming dark Shine of each other’s eyes, and the flutter of wisps of hair, And our words were breathlessly sweet, and our kisses silent... car sound night snow Where is there rose-garden, Where is there balcony among the cedars and pines, Where is there moonlit clearing in the dumb wilderness, Enchanted as this doorway, dark in the glare of the city?ark in the glare of the city?)
Civilization + (Bibliographic Information Author … Bibliographic Information Author Oppenheim, James Genre Poetry Journal or Book Songs for the New Age Publisher The Century Co. Year of Publication 1914 Pages 9-10 Additional information - Civilization! Everybody kind and gentle, and men giving up their seats in the car for the women... What an ideal! How bracing! car car part Is this what we want? Have so many generations lived and died for this? There have been Crusades, persecutions, wars, and majestic arts, There have been murders and passions and horrors since man was in the jungle... What was this blood-toll for? Just so that everybody could have a full belly and be well-mannered? But let us not fool ourselves: This civilization is mostly varnish very thinly laid on... Take any newspaper any morning: scan through it... Rape, murder, villany, and picking and stealing: The mob that tore a negro to pieces, the men that ravished a young girl: The safe-blowing gang and the fat cowardly promoter who stole people’s savings... Just scan it through: this news of civilization... Away then, with soft ideals: Brace yourself with bitterness: A drink of that biting liquor, the Truth... Let us not be afraid of ourselves, but face ourselves and confess what we are: Let us go backward a while that we may go forward: This is an excellent age for insurrection, revolt, and the reddest of revolutions...t, and the reddest of revolutions...)
The Road + (Bibliographic Information Author … Bibliographic Information Author Johnson, Helene Genre Poetry Journal or Book Opportunity: A Journal of Negro Life Publisher - Year of Publication 1926 Pages 225 Additional information - Ah, little road all whirry in the breeze, A leaping clay hill lost among the trees, The bleeding note of rapture streaming thrush Caught in a drowsy hush And stretched out in a single singing line of dusky song. road wind tree topography Ah little road, brown as my race is brown, Your trodden beauty like our trodden pride, Dust of the dust, they must not bruise you down. Rise to one brimming golden, spilling cry! dust road African American dust road African American)
The Road of Human Life + (Bibliographic Information Author … Bibliographic Information Author Jamison, Roscoe C. Genre Poetry Journal or Book Negro Soldiers (“These Truly are the Brave”) and other poems by Roscoe C. Jamison Publisher Press of the Gray Printing Company Year of Publication 1918 Pages - Additional information - metaphor metaphysics Along the Road of Human Life, So very near, on either side, With winds and storms and billows rife, There is a sea that's wide; And woe to him who trips and falls Into that darkening tide. road Oh! it is all that Hope can do To keep lifted our eyes And day by day our strength renew With visions and dream-lies; To lead us by that awful flood From which no soul may rise. Despair! Despair! That is the sea Which ever is at our feet, Seeks to envelop you and me, In ruin full, complete, Cause us to deem this life a curse And make death's name sound sweet. Work, Laugh and Love! Thus only can The trembling spirit hold, Its journey true across the span Of years that doth unfold, Amid earth's barren scenery Until life's tale is told!ry Until life's tale is told!)
The Old Homestead + (Bibliographic Information Author … Bibliographic Information Author Reynolds, Elsbery Washington Genre Poetry Journal or Book AutoLine o'Type Publisher The Book Supply Company Year of Publication 1924 Pages 25 Additional information - nostalgia Nothing can make our heart so warm, As visions of where we first were born, As the memory of that first Christmas tree, Where the old homestead used to be. The smile and song and the merry laughter, That rang from the cellar clear to the rafter, Each loved one's face we yet can see, Where the old homestead used to be. The fires were burning the coals were glowing, From all of our hearts affection was flowing, In honor of Him was our Christmas tree, Where the old homestead used to be. Pictures of those long passed away, Hung on the walls and watched our play, They shared with us in all our glee, Where the old homestead used to be. Those hearts of the long ago we treasure, In the memory with unstinted measure, All gathered around that Christmas tree, Where the old homestead used to be. The beauty that gathered in that dominion, Was though it had dropped from angel pinion, For the birth of Him who made us free, Where the old homestead used to be. The place to us was one of splendor, And cherished yet in our memory tender, And the glory of that first Christmas tree, Where the old homestead used to be. Some day again we will see the place, And, too, in our memory each one's face, In a Six Studebaker so easy and free, Where the old homestead used to be. car model —The Car with Character. —The Car with Character.)
The Road to Glory + (Bibliographic Information Author … Bibliographic Information Author Reynolds, Elsbery Washington Genre Poetry Journal or Book AutoLine o'Type Publisher The Book Supply Company Year of Publication 1924 Pages 38 Additional information - religion We know a good old Missouri town, Where "niggers" a-plenty live all around. On a little hill down near the mill, The "nigger" church is standing still. When we were there some years ago, This church each night gave quite a show. To enter the house we had to strive, For the building was packed to all revive. The snow outside the church was deep, Inside were shouts while some did weep. The preacher's voice above the din, Proclaimed to all their awful sin. He said, "I's read de Good Book thro', I's fahmiliar with all de ol' an' new. Now you's all bette' believe in dis story, If you's a gonna get yo' a home in glory." Just then a gal, big, black and tall, Shouted, "Fo' de story I sho' does fall. With de dev'l I's fightin' both day an' night, But with yo' story I's winnin' de fight." The preacher replied, "My siste' host, You's get on de side o' de Holy Ghost. He'll look down deep in yo' po' ol' heart, You'll sho' beat de dev'l if yo' do yo' part." "lf yo' read de Book fo' to get yo' light, Yo' can dodge de ol' dev'l an' keep out o' sight. Jus' read fo' to keep from makin' colleesions, 'Bout Paul with his 'pistle after the 'Phesians." "If yo' faith go to shakin' an' yo' go to slippin', Jus' read de Good Book without no skippin', De dev'l am swif', but yo' stick to yo' Maker, Yo' can beat him to glory in de Six Studebaker." car model —The Car with Character. —The Car with Character.)
From an Automobile + (Bibliographic Information Author … Bibliographic Information Author MacKaye, Percy Genre Poetry Journal or Book Scribner’s Magazine Publisher - Year of Publication 1910 Pages 114 Additional information - Fluid the world flowed under us: the hills, Billow on billow of umbrageous green, Heaved us, aghast, to fresh horizons, seen One rapturous instant, blind with dash of rills And silver rising storms and dewy stills Of dripping boulders, then the dim ravine Drowned us again in leafage, whose serene Coverts grew loud with our tumultuous wills. pleasure topography sound metaphor Then all of nature’s old amazement Sudden to ask us: "Is this also Man? This plunging, volant land-amphibian— What Plato mused and Paracelsus dreamed? Reply!" And piercing us with ancient scan, The shrill primeval hawk gazed and screamed. intertext sound animalintertext sound animal)
Abide the Adventure + (Bibliographic Information Author … Bibliographic Information Author Oppenheim, James Genre Poetry Journal or Book Songs for the New Age Publisher The Century Co. Year of Publication 1914 Pages 39-40 Additional information - Neither from the woe, Nor from the war, Think ye to escape... It helps nothing that ye shut your eyes, oh, cloistered cowards and gilded idlers! For neither shall cushion nor buffet ease the sharp shock of life, Neither shall delicate music in hushed hotels drown out the roar of the battling streets . . . Neither shall wingéd wheels carry you away to the place of peace . . . How can ye go from yourselves, deluded ones? affect car part road sound metaphor Make but a world of rest: Swifter than striking lightning The Aladdin of the soul builds in the heart A world of unresting hell... And, oh ye shunners of war, ye are gruelled in a war of the spirit, In a battle of nerves and blood-vessels and the ghost- haunted brain, And the death of delight... Hence, whip ye to battle: Live ye to the uttermost: Abide the adventure.he uttermost: Abide the adventure.)
Washington Square + (Bibliographic Information Author … Bibliographic Information Author Oppenheim, James Genre Poetry Journal or Book Songs for the New Age Publisher The Century Co. Year of Publication 1914 Pages 115-116 Additional information - Starless and still... Who stopped this heart? Who bound this city in a trance? With open eyes the sleeping houses stare at the Park: And among nude boughs the slumbering hanging moons are gazing: And somnambulant drops of melting snow glide from the roofs and patter on the pave... I in a dream draw the echoes of my footfall silvery sharp... Sleep-walking city! Who are the wide-eyed prowlers in the night? What nightmare-ridden cars move through their own far thunder? What living death of the wind rises, crackling the drowsy twigs? urban car personification sound In the enchantment of the ebb of life, In the miracle of millions stretched in their rooms unconscious and breathing, In the sleep of the broadcast people, In the multitude of dreams rising from the houses, I pause, frozen in a spell. We sleep in the eternal arms of night: We give ourselves, in the heart of peril, To sheer unconsciousness: Silently sliding through space, the huge globe turns. I cannot go: I dream that behind a window one wakes, a woman: She is thinking of me.ne wakes, a woman: She is thinking of me.)
A South California Forest + (Bibliographic Information Author … Bibliographic Information Author Lowell, Amy Genre Poetry Journal or Book Ballads for Sale Publisher Houghton Mifflin Company Year of Publication 1927 Pages 199-200 Additional information - HUSH, hush, these woods are thick with shapes and voices, They crowd behind, in front, Scarcely can one’s wheels break through them. For God’s sake, drive quickly! There are butchered victims behind those trees, And what you say is moss I know is the dead hair of hanged men. Drive faster, faster. The hair will catch in our wheels and clog them; We are thrown from side to side by the dead bodies in the road, Do you not smell the reek of them, And see the jaundiced film that hides the stars? Stand on the accelerator. I would rather be bumped to a jelly Than caught by clutching hands I cannot see, Than be stifled by the press of mouths I cannot feel. Not in the light glare, you fool, but on either side of it. Curse these swift, running trees, Hurl them aside, leap them, crush them down, Say prayers if you like, Do anything to drown the screaming silence of this forest, To hide the spinning shapes that jam the trees. What mystic adventure is this In which you have engulfed me? What no-world have you shot us into? What Dante dream without a farther edge? Fright kills, they say, and I believe it. If you would not have murder on your conscience, For Heaven’s sake, get on! car part driving forest passenger risk road speed death sound intertext tree sound intertext tree)
Our Support + (Bibliographic Information Author … Bibliographic Information Author Reynolds, Elsbery Washington Genre Poetry Journal or Book AutoLine o'Type Publisher The Book Supply Company Year of Publication 1924 Pages 75 Additional information - efficiency Fortune comes through diligence and skill, There is always a way where there is a will, Industry of hand as well as of brain, Makes everything easy that’s worthy of gain. Our labor should always be well directed, No slighting for cause to be rejected. Genius may all great works begin, Labor’s the thing that makes them win. This rule is good for most every man, The more we do, the more we can. More busy we are, more leisure we have, For play to serve as our safety valve. The mind of man has been so made, That happiness in him will quickly fade, If slothful habits he does acquire, And industry is not his chief desire. Industry will our talents improve, Deficiencies from our abilities remove. With energies noble it is in accord, It brings to all its highest reward. Industry travels the road with joy, Duty is also along to convoy. There is no possible way to progress, If we no love for labor possess. The bread we earn by sweat of the brow, Is bread most blessed we must allow. It is far sweeter may all confess Than the tasteless loaf of idleness. As long as one lives and stirs all around, There’s food and dress for him to be found. Industry is said to be a health maker, We find it in selling the Six Studebaker. car model —The Car with Character.ar with Character.)
Finis + (Bibliographic Information Author … Bibliographic Information Author Parker, Dorothy Genre Poetry Journal or Book Enough Rope Publisher Horace Liveright Year of Publication 1926 Pages 82 Additional information - Now it’s over, and now it’s done; Why does everything look the same? Just as bright, the unheeding sun,— Can’t it see that the parting came? People hurry and work and swear, Laugh and grumble and die and wed, Ponder what they will eat and wear,— Don’t they know that our love is dead? Just as busy, the crowded street; Cars and wagons go rolling on, Children chuckle, and lovers meet,— Don’t they know that our love is gone? No one pauses to pay a tear; None walks slow, for the love that’s through,— I might mention, my recent dear, I’ve reverted to normal, too. car street urban traffic)
Man's Idiosyncrasy + (Bibliographic Information Author … Bibliographic Information Author Reynolds, Elsbery Washington Genre Poetry Journal or Book AutoLine o'Type Publisher The Book Supply Company Year of Publication 1924 Pages 150 Additional information - He went to war and gained renown, In every fight he stood his ground, Bullets passed him thick and fast, Not a scratch from first to last. We now relate this sorry fact, He’s been a month upon his back, On both his cheeks he’ll have a scar, He stepped in front of a motor car. car riskor car. car risk)
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Newsome, Mary Effie Lee + (Gender Female Ethnicity/Race African-American Nationality American Life span 1885-1979 Texts from Newsome, Mary Effie Lee The Baker's Boy)
Johnson, Helene + (Gender Female Ethnicity/Race African-American Nationality American Life span 1906-1995 Texts from Johnson, Helene The Road)
Lowell, Amy + (Gender Female Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality American Life span 1874-1925 Texts from Lowell, Amy A South California Forest)
Wilson Baker, Karle + (Gender Female Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality American Life span 1878-1960 Texts from Wilson Baker, Karle The Small Town Celebrates)
Teasdale, Sara + (Gender Female Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality American Life span 1884-1933 Texts from Teasdale, Sara May Day)
Parker, Dorothy + (Gender Female Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality American Life span 1893-1967 Texts from Parker, Dorothy Finis)
Hersey, Marie Louise + (Gender Female Ethnicity/Race - Nationality - Life span - Texts from Hersey, Marie Louise Provincetown)
Huntington, Julia Weld + (Gender Female Ethnicity/Race - Nationality - Life span - Texts from Huntington, Julia Weld Off the Highway)
Weeks, Carrie Foote + (Gender Female Ethnicity/Race - Nationality - Life span - Texts from Weeks, Carrie Foote The ABC of the Automobile)
Trinkle, Florence M. + (Gender Female Ethnicity/Race - Nationality American Life span - Texts from Trinkle, Florence M. Coast to Coast in a Brush Runabout)
Wyatt, Edith + (Gender Female Ethnicity/Race - Nationality American Life span 1873-1958 Texts from Wyatt, Edith On the Great Plateau)
Moore, Marianne + (Gender Female Ethnicity/Race - Nationality American Life span 1887-1972 Texts from Moore, Marianne People's Surroundings)
Lavell, Edith + (Gender Female Ethnicity/Race - Nationality American Life span 1892-? Texts from Lavell, Edith The Girl Scouts' Motor Trip)
Jamison, Roscoe C. + (Gender Male Ethnicity/Race African-American Nationality American Life span 1888-? Texts from Jamison, Roscoe C. The Road of Human Life)
Hughes, Langston + (Gender Male Ethnicity/Race African-American Nationality American Life span 1901-1967 Texts from Hughes, Langston Baby Florida Road Workers)
Jones, Joshua Henry + (Gender Male Ethnicity/Race African-American Nationality American Life span ?-1955 Texts from Jones, Joshua Henry The Roadway)
McKay, Claude + (Gender Male Ethnicity/Race African-American Nationality Jamaican-American Life span 1890-1948 Texts from McKay, Claude Dawn in New York)
Naylor, James Ball + (Gender Male Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality American Life span - Texts from Naylor, James Ball The Song of the Motor Car)
Frost, Robert + (Gender Male Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality American Life span 1874 - 1963 Texts from Frost, Robert On a Tree Fallen Across The Road)
MacKaye, Percy + (Gender Male Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality American Life span 1875-1956 Texts from MacKaye, Percy From an Automobile)
Sandburg, Carl + (Gender Male Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality American Life span 1878-1967 Texts from Sandburg, Carl Clean Curtains)
Lindsay, Nicholas Vachel + (Gender Male Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality American Life span 1879-1931 Texts from Lindsay, Nicholas Vachel On The Road to Nowhere)
Oppenheim, James + (Gender Male Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality American Life span 1882-1932 Texts from Oppenheim, James Abide the Adventure)
Williams, William Carlos + (Gender Male Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality American Life span 1883-1963 Texts from Williams, William Carlos The Young Housewife)
Lewis, Sinclair + (Gender Male Ethnicity/Race Caucasian Nationality American Life span 1885-1951 Texts from Lewis, Sinclair Free Air)