Potential Titles: Ralph Chaplin

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Cursed with the eloquence of hell - Ralph Chaplin "Blood and Wine"

Black Want to red Rebellion calls - Ralph Chaplin "Blood and Wine"

Whose aching cries trouble the heart to tears - Ralph Chaplin "Distances"

Out of the poignant vistas of the years - Ralph Chaplin "Distances"

Some mad Moloch screaming for the kill - Ralph Chaplin "Escaped!"

Shattering the air with terror loud and shrill - Ralph Chaplin "Escaped!"

Find a vaster prison and a redder hell - Ralph Chaplin "Escaped!"

O'ershadowed by new wings of greater fear - Ralph Chaplin "Escaped!"

Brushing our grey lives with your rainbow wings - Ralph Chaplin "The Girls Who Sang for Us"

That were stern and bitter with old wrong - Ralph Chaplin "The Girls Who Sang for Us"

Reviving memories of vanished springs - Ralph Chaplin "The Girls Who Sang for Us"

Through iron bars on prison walls - Ralph Chaplin "I.W.W. Prison Song"

Defiant 'neath the Iron Heel - Ralph Chaplin "I.W.W. Prison Song"

Their walls of stone and bars of steel - Ralph Chaplin "I.W.W. Prison Song"

Though all hell at us is hurled - Ralph Chaplin "I.W.W. Prison Song"

And all jailed rebels everywhere - Ralph Chaplin "I.W.W. Prison Song"

For Freedom laughs at prison bars - Ralph Chaplin "I.W.W. Prison Song"

Her voice re-echoes from the stars - Ralph Chaplin "I.W.W. Prison Song"

Proclaiming with the tempest's breath - Ralph Chaplin "I.W.W. Prison Song"

Stirred the workers of all nations to rebel - Ralph Chaplin "The Industrial Heretics"

That we would not compromise with Hell - Ralph Chaplin "The Industrial Heretics"

Today we face the awful test of fire - Ralph Chaplin "The Industrial Heretics"

Mourn not the dead that in the cool earth lie - Ralph Chaplin "Mourn not the Dead"

Within each steel-bound coffin of a cell - Ralph Chaplin "Mourn not the Dead"

Which stabs the dark immensity of night - Ralph Chaplin "Night in the Cell House"

Ghost of a mountain and ghost of a moon - Ralph Chaplin "Phantoms"

The wet wind hums its colorless refrain - Ralph Chaplin "Prison Nocturne"

With a rhythm like a song of woe - Ralph Chaplin "Prison Nocturne"

Dimmed by the lightning's ever-fitful glow - Ralph Chaplin "Prison Nocturne"

Somewhere the dawn breaks laughing - Ralph Chaplin "Prison Reveille"

In that alluring world that is not ours - Ralph Chaplin "Prison Reveille"

Grey-winged phantoms out of sullen skies - Ralph Chaplin "Prison Shadows"

Dim landscapes of despair - Ralph Chaplin "Prison Shadows"

All day we feel them lurking in our eyes - Ralph Chaplin "Prison Shadows"

Cannot pierce beyond this iron cage - Ralph Chaplin "Prison Shadows"

The blue-green magic of the moon - Ralph Chaplin "Prison Shadows"

So that their wide dominion may not yield - Ralph Chaplin "The Red Feast"

Not pause to question why or where - Ralph Chaplin "The Red Feast"

Your dismal tasks are still undone - Ralph Chaplin "The Red Feast"

To glut a glory wrought of pain - Ralph Chaplin "The Red Feast"

In war they drive you to the teeth of Death - Ralph Chaplin "The Red Feast"

Lies to choke your dying breath - Ralph Chaplin "The Red Feast"

Wasted blood can never set you free - Ralph Chaplin "The Red Feast"

And sow with salt the unlamented grave - Ralph Chaplin "The Red Guard"

Crouch in terror of the sun - Ralph Chaplin "Retrospect"

These strange mad stones - Ralph Chaplin "Retrospect"

The paragon of paltriness upraised for all to see - Ralph Chaplin "Salaam!"

Raise high the swine-like incubus - Ralph Chaplin "Salaam!"

Shatter the flame on rebel lips - Ralph Chaplin "Salaam!"

Nor wear their shameful uniforms - Ralph Chaplin "Salaam!"

Nor bribe with hopes of paradise - Ralph Chaplin "Salaam!"

Nor force with fears of hell - Ralph Chaplin "Salaam!"

But undreamed worlds may come to birth - Ralph Chaplin "Salaam!"

Breathing a hope that is half a prayer - Ralph Chaplin "Song of Separation"

Silvered with sadness, somnolent and deep - Ralph Chaplin "Taps"

Weird lullaby of doom - Ralph Chaplin "Taps"

He fears the dark who dares to doubt the sun - Ralph Chaplin "Taps"

Filled with mist and moonlight - Ralph Chaplin "To Edith"

Until these new bastiles fall - Ralph Chaplin "To France"

Blend with the war drum's quick and angry beat - Ralph Chaplin "To France"

Then speak that we may know - Ralph Chaplin "To France"

Bless the felon food we eat - Ralph Chaplin "To Freedom"

Shall be faithful though we march with Death - Ralph Chaplin "To Freedom"

And singing storm the barricades of Wrong - Ralph Chaplin "To Freedom"

Crush him or serve a thousand years - Ralph Chaplin "Up from Your Knees"

Welcome the fray with ringing cheers - Ralph Chaplin "Up from Your Knees"

Fought to attain a thousand years - Ralph Chaplin "Up from Your Knees"

At your feet the world is waiting - Ralph Chaplin "Up from Your Knees"

Bought with your blood a thousand years - Ralph Chaplin "Up from Your Knees"

His vision tinged the torn and bleeding skies - Ralph Chaplin "The Vision Maker: To Eugene Victor Debs"

From his black pyre red warnings shall arise - Ralph Chaplin "The Vision Maker: To Eugene Victor Debs"

Truth is far more deadly than our sword - Ralph Chaplin "The Vision Maker: To Eugene Victor Debs"

Have but made the convict half divine - Ralph Chaplin "The Vision Maker: To Eugene Victor Debs"

The snarling windows guard their ancient wrong - Ralph Chaplin "The Warrior Wind"

Bitter is the challenge that he flings at bars and bolts - Ralph Chaplin "The Warrior Wind"

Torn with the cries of vanished centuries - Ralph Chaplin "The Warrior Wind"

Curses hurled at long-forgotten kings - Ralph Chaplin "The Warrior Wind"

Within a restless heart I hold a hurricane - Ralph Chaplin "The Warrior Wind"

In due time will strew their dust afar - Ralph Chaplin "The Warrior Wind"

Will shout their doom at last to a laughing star - Ralph Chaplin "The Warrior Wind"

Smite these stubborn walls and lay them low - Ralph Chaplin "The Warrior Wind"

Uproot and rend them with your mighty breath - Ralph Chaplin "The Warrior Wind"

Torn and defiant as a wind-lashed reed - Ralph Chaplin "Wesley Everest"

On your dungeon stones you let him bleed - Ralph Chaplin "Wesley Everest"

You black vigilantes of Greed - Ralph Chaplin "Wesley Everest"

Without one qualm of horror at the deed - Ralph Chaplin "Wesley Everest"

When hunger-wolves are slinking near - Ralph Chaplin "The West Is Dead"

What path is left for you to tread? - Ralph Chaplin "The West Is Dead"

Do you not know the West is dead? - Ralph Chaplin "The West Is Dead"

Your fathers gained a crust of bread - Ralph Chaplin "The West Is Dead"

Their bones bleach on the lost frontier - Ralph Chaplin "The West Is Dead"


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