The Fire-Room Crew (Burt Franklin Jenness Poems)
They are fighters, but they're not the hero kind;They are just a gang of grimy sailormen.They're the knights of crank ...
They are fighters, but they're not the hero kind;They are just a gang of grimy sailormen.They're the knights of crank ...
By Tigris, or the streams of Ind, Ere Colchis rose, or Babylon, Forgotten empires dreamed and sinned, Setting tall towns ...
Yes!!! So we willThrow care away,If for no other reason than that 'twillDelight our brother.We'll gaily "mooch" along in tram ...
'The chest is empty' say the sad.Well, yes, we've given all we had.But British breed, and brawn, and brainCan fill ...
Hard as hurdle arms, with a broth of goldish flue Breathed round; the rack of ribs; the scooped flank; lank ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
I asked for strength and God gave me difficulties to make me strong. I asked for wisdom and God gave ...
Much wine had passed, with grave discourse Of who fucks who, and who does worse (Such as you usually do ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
Although I have a car of class, A limousine, I also have a jenny ass I call Titine. And if ...
When the boys come out from Lac Labiche in the lure of the early Spring, To take the pay of ...
Great Grandfather was ninety-nine And so it was our one dread, That though his health was superfine He'd fail to ...
A hundred people I employed, But when they struck for higher pay, I was so damnably annoyed I told them ...
The same old sprint in the morning, boys, to the same old din and smut; Chained all day to the ...
Familiarity some claim Can breed contempt, So from it let it be your aim To be exempt. Let no one ...
There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have ...
In the dour ages Of drafty cells and draftier castles, Of dragons breathing without the frame of fables, Saint and ...
Success to Colonel Baden-Powell and his praises loudly sing, For being so brave in relieving Mafeking, With his gallant little ...
It never came into my mind Until I was ready to die That Jenny had loved me to death, with ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
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