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Famous Scalps Poems by Famous Poets

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by Holmes, Oliver Wendell
...n upon the weather,
When they heard our friend had planned his
Little trip among the Andes
How they'll bare their snowy scalps
To the climber of the Alps
When the cry goes through their passes,
"Here comes the great Agassiz!"
"Yes, I'm tall," says Chimborazo,
"But I wait for him to say so,--
That's the only thing that lacks,-- he
Must see me, Cotopaxi!"
"Ay! ay!" the fire-peak thunders,
"And he must view my wonders
I'm but a lonely crater
Till I have him for spectator!"
The m...Read more of this...



by Drayton, Michael
...threw, 
And forth their bilbos drew, 
And on the French they flew, 
Not one was tardy; 
Arms were from shoulders sent, 
Scalps to the teeth were rent, 
Down the French peasants went-- 
Our men were hardy. 

This while our noble king, 
His broadsword brandishing, 
Down the French host did ding 
As to o'erwhelm it; 
And many a deep wound lent, 
His arms with blood besprent, 
And many a cruel dent 
Bruised his helmet. 

Gloster, that duke so good, 
Next of the royal bloo...Read more of this...

by Dickinson, Emily
...er—Then so slow
Your Breath has time to straighten—
Your Brain—to bubble Cool—
Deals—One—imperial—Thunderbolt—
That scalps your naked Soul—

When Winds take Forests in their Paws—
The Universe—is still—

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Some keep the Sabbath going to Church—
I keep it, staying at Home—
With a Bobolink for a Chorister—
And an Orchard, for a Dome—

Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice—
I just wear my Wings—
And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,
Our little Sexton—sin...Read more of this...

by Dickinson, Emily
...w
Your Breath has time to straighten --
Your Brain -- to bubble Cool --
Deals -- One -- imperial -- Thunderbolt --
That scalps your naked Soul --

When Winds take Forests in the Paws --
The Universe -- is still --...Read more of this...

by Dickinson, Emily
...slow

Your breath has time to straighten,
   Your brain to bubble cool, --
Deals one imperial thunderbolt
   That scalps your naked soul....Read more of this...



by Trumbull, John
...in his hand,
T' amuse themselves with scalping knives.
And butcher children and your wives;
And paid them for your scalps at sale
More than your heads would fetch by tale;
That she might boast again with vanity,
Her English national humanity?
For now in its primeval sense
This term, humanity, comprehends
All things of which, on this side hell,
The human mind is capable;
And thus 'tis well, by writers sage,
Applied to Britain and to Gage.
On this brave work to raise a...Read more of this...

by Dickinson, Emily
...Nature -- sometimes sears a Sapling --
Sometimes -- scalps a Tree --
Her Green People recollect it
When they do not die --

Fainter Leaves -- to Further Seasons --
Dumbly testify --
We -- who have the Souls --
Die oftener -- Not so vitally --...Read more of this...

by Drayton, Michael
...hey threw,
And forth their bilboes drew,
And on the French they flew,
Not one was tardy;
Arms were from shoulders sent,
Scalps to the teeth were rent,
Down the French peasants went:
Our men were hardy.

This while our noble King,
His broad sword brandishing,
Down the French host did ding,
As to o'erwhelm it.
And many a deep wound lent,
His arms with blood besprent,
And many a cruel dent
Bruised his helmet.

Gloster, that duke so good,
Next of the royal blood,
For ...Read more of this...

by Muldoon, Paul
...past him as he himself will brush
past the stacks of straw

that stood in earlier for Crow
or Comanche tepees hung with scalps
but tonight past muster, row upon row,
for the foothills of the Alps.

He opens the door of the peeling-shed
just as one of the apple-peelers
(one of almost a score
of red-cheeked men who pare

and core
the red-cheeked apples for a few spare
shillings) mutters something about "bloodshed"
and the "peelers."

The red-cheeked men put down their k...Read more of this...

by Drayton, Michael
...they threw,
And forth their bilbos drew,
And on the French they flew,
Not one was tardy;
Arms were from shoulders sent,
Scalps to the teeth were rent,
Down the French peasants went— 
Our men were hardy!

This while our noble king,
His broadsword brandishing,
Down the French host did ding,
As to o'erwhelm it;
And many a deep wound lent,
His arms with blood besprent,
And many a cruel dent
Bruised his helmet.

Gloucester, that duke so good,
Next of the royal blood,
For famou...Read more of this...

by Hugo, Victor
...I happen to sneeze! 
 
 I was still but a springald when, cleaving the Alps, 
 I brushed snowy periwigs off granitic scalps, 
 And my head, o'er the pinnacles, stopped the fleet clouds, 
 Where I captured the eagles and caged them by crowds. 
 
 There were tempests! I blew them back into their source! 
 And put out their lightnings! More than once in a course, 
 Through the ocean I went wading after the whale, 
 And stirred up the bottom as did never a gale. 
 
 F...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...e shawls of their wear, 
And each scalp had a single long tuft of hair, [5] 
All the rest was shaven and bare. 
The scalps were in the wild-dog's maw, 
The hair was tangled round his jaw. 
But close by the shore, on the edge of the gulf, 
There sat a vulture flapping a wolf, 
Who had stolen from the hills, but kept away, 
Scared by the dogs, from the human prey; 
But he seized on his share of a steed that lay, 
Pick'd by the birds, on the sands of the bay. 

XVII....Read more of this...

by Hugo, Victor
...s o'er the thrones of kings, 
 And bids the caitiffs fear. 
 King of the peak and glacier, 
 King of the cold, white scalps— 
 He lifts his head, at that close tread, 
 The eagle of the Alps. 
 
 O shame! those men that march below— 
 O ignominy dire! 
 Are the sons of my free mountains 
 Sold for imperial hire. 
 Ah! the vilest in the dungeon! 
 Ah! the slave upon the seas— 
 Is great, is pure, is glorious, 
 Is grand compared with these, 
 Who, born amid my h...Read more of this...

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