Old Town Types No. 13 – Larrikin Luke (C J Dennis Poems)
Luke Gale, the larrikin lad, dwelt in Larrikin Lane, A low street, a by-street, right at the edge of the ...
Luke Gale, the larrikin lad, dwelt in Larrikin Lane, A low street, a by-street, right at the edge of the ...
snow liesearth flieslights flipnight walks innight lies on a rug of starsnight how are you spelled?like an inane leversleeps the ...
IFlowers of the willow-herb are wool;Flowers of the briar berries red;Speeding their seed as the breeze may rule,Flowers of the ...
Like as a terrible fire feeds fast on a forest enormous,Up on a mountain height, and ...
Flattering Hope, away and leave me,She'll not come, thou dost deceive me;Hark the cock crows, th' envious lightChides away the ...
I 'listed at home for a lancer, Oh who would not sleep with the brave?I 'listed at home for a ...
As Puritans they prominently wax,And none more kindly gives and takes hard knocks.Strong psalmic chanting, like to nasal cocks,They join ...
The tightness and the nilness round that space when the car stops in the road, the troops inspect its make ...
Scene.--A wide stretch of fallow ground recently sown with wheat, and frozen to iron hardness. Three large birds walking about ...
They hail me as one living, But don't they know That I have died of late years, Untombed although? I ...
just as the dusk comes hooting down through the shivering black leaves of the swinging trees we (the brave ones ...
The man held his hands to his heart as he danced. He slacked and swirled. The doorways of the little ...
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whit- man, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with ...
There is a meadow in Sweden where I lie smitten, eyes stained with clouds' white ins and outs. And about ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
STILL anxious to secure your partial favour, And not less anxious, sure, this night, than ever, A Prologue, Epilogue, or ...
Something spreading underground won't speak to us under skin won't declare itself not all life-forms want dialogue with the machine-gods ...
I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it---- A sort of walking miracle, my skin ...
I must be flattered. The imperious Desire speaks out. Lady, I am content To play with you the game of ...
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