Bedfordshire Ballad – IV (E W Bowling Poems)
Home, Sweet Home. I'm a Bedfordshire Chap, and Bill Stumps is my name, And to tell it don't give me ...
Home, Sweet Home. I'm a Bedfordshire Chap, and Bill Stumps is my name, And to tell it don't give me ...
Have you heard the story that gossips tell Of Burns of Gettysburg?-No? Ah, well, Brief is the glory that hero ...
Tis true of courage I'm no mistressNo Boadicia nor ThalestrissNor shall I e'er be famed hereafterFor such a Soul as ...
Old Pete Parraday, he isn't very wise --Or so the local gossips say -- They love to criticise His crazy ...
IThe blinding July sun at ten o'clockGlares on the white walls of the little church,-The shingles silver-gray, the shutters green,Sunflowers ...
When Rody came to Ironbark, there spread a hectic glowaround the little township - a dozen years ago,and the townsfolk ...
Dear, yet forbidden thoughts, that from my soul, While shines the weary sun, with stern control I drive ...
O mountains of my native country! O valleys of my home!On you gleam Winter's snowflakes white and twinkle lambs of ...
CANNOT always feel his greatness. Sometimes he walks beside me, step by step, And paces slowly in the ways- The ...
From upland slopes I see the cows file by, Lowing, great-chested, down the homeward trail, By dusking fields and ...
I'M glad our house is a little house, Not too tall nor too wide: I'm glad the hovering butterflies Feel ...
Tis true of courage I'm no mistress No Boadicia nor Thalestriss Nor shall I e'er be famed hereafter For such ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
A woman who writes feels too much, those trances and portents! As if cycles and children and islands weren't enough; ...
Beyond the Rocking Bridge it lies, the burg of evil fame, The huts where hive and swarm and thrive the ...
Brave Thackeray has trolled of days when he was twenty-one, And bounded up five flights of stairs, a gallant garreteer; ...
Jenny was my first sweetheart; Poor lass! she was none too smart. Though I swore she'd never rue it, She ...
LUBIN and KATE, as gossips tell, Were Lovers many a day; LUBIN the damsel lov'd so well, That folks pretend ...
Ploughman, whose gnarly hand yet kindly wheeled Thy plough to ring this solitary tree With clover, whose round plat, reserved ...
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