The Interloper (C J Dennis Poems)
The Honourable TORYPHAT addressed the meeting: 'Hem!(Prolonged applause.) Ah - Mistah Chairman, gentlemen. To stemThe tide of Socialism - rabid ...
The Honourable TORYPHAT addressed the meeting: 'Hem!(Prolonged applause.) Ah - Mistah Chairman, gentlemen. To stemThe tide of Socialism - rabid ...
THE Eagle sits with drooping wing upon the Southern coast,With soiled and broken shield, the arrows from his talons lost,The, ...
First champion of the Crucified! Who, when the fight beganBetween the Church and worldly prideSo nobly fought, so nobly died, ...
Merry Carlo, who runn'st at my heels Through the dense-crowded streets of the city,In and out among hurrying wheels,And whose ...
Dark as the clouds of even,Ranked in the western heaven,Waiting the breath that liftsAll the dread mass, and driftsTempest and ...
These are the women whom no man has loved. Year after year, day after day has moved These hearts with ...
The sun is setting behind the range,his golden rays pour downOn a little figure, childish, strange,Bending over a volume worn,Whose ...
The sun is setting behind the range,His golden rays pour downOn a little figure, childish and strange,Bending over a volume ...
Gallant Gordons! Evermore on your rugged native shore Shall your valour honoured be,For a fight well fought and won ...
Hark! 'tis the cannon's deafening roar,That sounds along thy sunny shore,And thou shalt lie in chains no more, My wounded, ...
He leads: we hear our Seaman's callIn the roll of battles won;For he is Britain's AdmiralTill setting of her sun.When ...
I.I am as awful as my brother War,I am the sudden silence after clamour.I am the face that shows the ...
AND some still cry: "What is the use? The service rendered? What the gain? Heroic, yes! -- but in what ...
Sons of Freedom, rise once more'Gainst a foe upon our shore,Deadlier than all foes of yore; Down with Slavery!Slavery's hounds ...
Let me make the songs for the people, Songs for the old and young; Songs to stir like a battle-cry ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
A hush is over all the teeming lists, And there is pause, a breath-space in the strife; A spirit brave ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
Where hast thou been since round the walls of Troy The sons of God fought in that great emprise? Why ...
"Hae ye heard whit ma auld mither's postit tae me? It fair maks me hamesick," says Private McPhee. "And whit ...
Kind solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme- I will not madly deem that power ...
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