The Stoush O’ Day (C J Dennis Poems)
Ar, these is 'appy days! An' 'ow they've flown - Flown like the smoke of some inchanted fag;Since dear Doreen, ...
Ar, these is 'appy days! An' 'ow they've flown - Flown like the smoke of some inchanted fag;Since dear Doreen, ...
"September afternoon. The farmers' teams In Belford all along the straggling street Stamped drowsily at flies. The rough board walk ...
ON READING ONE UPON THE SAME SUBJECT BY PROFESSORRICHARDSON OF GLASGOW. WHAT voice awakes the soul-afflicting themeThat oft with ...
(WAR OF THE REBELLION, 1884)No, I won't,--thar, now, so! And it ain't nothin',--no!And thar's nary to tell that you folks ...
A down the vista of the fading years, With solemn step and slow,Comes one whose brow is dim with inward ...
I got in the shower and burned my balls last Wednesday. met this painter called Spain, no, he was a ...
THOU, whose mild radiance all adore,O let not human-kind deploreThe loss of thy propitious smile:Why, Goddess, in such wild affright,Wilt ...
PUT no faith in aught you meet with, friends or lovers,new or old,Never trust the gamest racehorse that was everreared ...
In that timeWhen civilization struck with insultsWhen holy water struck domesticated browsThe vultures built in the shadow of their clawsThe ...
ENGLAND, the sound of weeping breaks thy rest,- The voice of women wailing o'er the slain, Whose generous blood hath ...
Yet what were Love if man remains unfree,And woman's sunshine sordid merchandise:If children's Hope is blasted ere they seeIts shoots ...
My mother's playing cards with my aunt, Spite and Malice, the family pastime, the game my grandmother taught all her ...
NO Spartan tube, no Attic shell, No lyre Æolian I awake; 'Tis liberty's bold note I swell, Thy harp, Columbia, ...
v.1-5 C. M. Desertion and hope; or, Complaint of absence from public worship. With earnest longings of the mind, My ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
SAMUEL, Chap. xvii. YE martial pow'rs, and all ye tuneful nine, Inspire my song, and aid my high design. The ...
(After Valery) O Sea! ... 'Tis I, risen from death once more To hear the waves' harmonious roar And see ...
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world, dreaming on things to come Can yet the ...
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the ...
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the ...
WHERE o'er my head, the deaf'ning Tempest blew, And Night's cold lamp cast forth a feeble ray; Where o'er the ...
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