Horn Mad I’ The Moon (Dame Mary Gilmore DBE Poems)
Horn mad i' the moon,I dancing go,Over the mountainsTo and fro. Beside the brook, Tu-whit, tu-who, ...
Horn mad i' the moon,I dancing go,Over the mountainsTo and fro. Beside the brook, Tu-whit, tu-who, ...
Did you see them pass to-day, Billy, Kate and Robin,All astride upon the back of old grey Dobbin?Jigging, jogging off ...
36 Snow flakes.I counted till they danced soTheir slippers leaped the town,And then I took a ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
Wallowing in this bloody sty, I cast for fish that pleased my eye (Truly Jehovah's bow suspends No pots of ...
Freezing dusk is closing Like a slow trap of steel On trees and roads and hills and all That can ...
Jellicle Cats come out tonight, Jellicle Cats come one come all: The Jellicle Moon is shining bright-- Jellicles come to ...
Snow flakes. I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To ...
I never said I would, I only said I could do what you wished, the subtle difference should have raised ...
FRIEND of the Poet, tried and leal, Wha, wanting thee, might beg or steal; Alake, alake, the meikle deil Wi' ...
HAIL, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie! Tho' fortune's road be rough an' hilly To every fiddling, rhyming billie, We never heed, But ...
There is an inn, a merry old inn beneath an old grey hill, And there they brew a beer so ...
Each morning as I catch my bus, A-fearing I'll be late, I think: there are in all of us Two ...
The lone man gazed and gazed upon his gold, His sweat, his blood, the wage of weary days; But now ...
Oh I have worn my mourning out, And on her grave the green grass grows; So I will hang each ...
I never saw a face so bright With brilliant blood and joy, As was the grinning mug last night Of ...
When old Noah stared across the floods, Sky and water melted into one Looking-glass of shifting tides and sun. Mountain-tops ...
(For Paula)THE GRIP of the ice is gone now. The silvers chase purple. The purples tag silver. They let out ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
IT is good to be out on the road, and going one knows not where, Going through meadow and village, ...
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