Hence These Years (Bert Leston Taylor Poems)
To charitable deeds I'm not addicted, For sentiment I do not care a prune,And yet I weep at poverty ...
To charitable deeds I'm not addicted, For sentiment I do not care a prune,And yet I weep at poverty ...
'Find meat on bones that soon have none,And drink in the two milked crags,The merriest marrow and the dregsBefore the ...
Oh, foolish flapper, keen to be Considered cute and up-to-date,Sit down a while and hark to me, And I shall ...
My soul, dread not the pestilence that hags The valley; flinch not you, my body young. At these great shouting ...
I stand at noon upon the heated flags At the bleached crossing of two streets, and dream ...
As when a child on some long winter's night Affrighted clinging to its Grandam's knees With eager wond'ring and perturbed ...
As when a child on some long winter's nightAffrighted clinging to its Grandam's kneesWith eager wond'ring and perturb'd delightListens strange ...
PART I Queen Hilda rode along the lines, And she was young and fair; And forward on her shoulders fell ...
The piper coming from far away is you With a whitewash brush for a sporran Wobbling round you, a kitchen ...
She let her golden ball fall down the well And begged a cold frog to retrieve it; For which she ...
In Kohln, a town of monks and bones, And pavements fang'd with murderous stones And rags, and hags, and hideous ...
In K?hln, a town of monks and bones, And pavements fang'd with murderous stones And rags, and hags, and hideous ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
O THOU! whatever title suit thee- Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Clos'd ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
Grand-daughter of the Painted Nails, As if they had been dipped in gore, I'd like to set you lugging pails ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
Lady, your room is lousy with flowers. When you kick me out, that's what I'll remember, Me, sitting here bored ...
Who was there had seen us Wouldn't bid him run? Heavy lay between us All our sires had done. There ...
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares ...
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