London’s Summer Morning (Mary Darby Robinson Poems)
Who has not waked to list the busy soundsOf summer's morning, in the sultry smokeOf noisy London? On the pavement ...
Who has not waked to list the busy soundsOf summer's morning, in the sultry smokeOf noisy London? On the pavement ...
I was four yesterday: when I'm quite old,I'll have a cricket-ball made of pure gold;I'll carve the roast meat, and ...
What's the pope do? Drinks, and takes a nap;looks out the window, has a bite to eat,fiddles with the housemaid's ...
"ONLY a housemaid!" She looked from the kitchen,--Neat was the kitchen and tidy was she;There at her window a sempstress ...
"A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face,Of temper amorous, as the first of May,With lengths of yellow ringlet, ...
"The NewsTHE NEWS! our morning, noon, evening cry, Day unto day repeats it till we die. For this the cit, ...
Hello everybody, hell-frightfully-ho, Just tune your radios all in; I am the gent with the Oxford accentBBC Home Service calling.I'm ...
Everybody knows me, Dr. Goosegrease, M.D. All the best paying patients, I've got 'em. Harley Street's my abode, No. 6 ...
There on the quay sobbed Bones, A.B., And he took me by the hand.Says he to me, "I've quit the ...
AIR--_"Kellyburn Braes."_ Hech! what a change hae we now in this town! The lads a' sae braw, ...
The blue eagle and the demon of the steppesin the last cab in BerlinLegitimate defenceof lost soulsthe red mill at ...
I don't aspire to be a person of wealth and leisure,Such as one sees on the screen.With lackeys in livery ...
The piano and my writing-desk are covered with a pall And charwomen and chimney-sweeps foregather in the hall; But the ...
Lady of the ample charms,With a housemaid's hefty arms, Why wave you that fish-bone high 'Gainst Canberra's murky sky?Lady of ...
MISS HELEN SLINGSBY was my maiden aunt, And lived in a small house near a fashionable square Cared for by ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face, Of temper amorous, as the first of May, With lengths of ...
If thou didst feed on western plains of yore Or waddle wide with flat and flabby feet Over some Cambrian ...
Unto his housemaid spoke the Laird: "Tonight the Bishop is our guest; The spare room must be warmed and aired: ...
THERE'S just a twinkle in your eye That seems to say I MIGHT, if I Were only bold enough to ...
You are a friend then, as I make it out, Of our man Shakespeare, who alone of us Will put ...
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