Book Contents: Moods Of Ginger Mick (C J Dennis Poems)
MOODS OF GINGER MICKThis book was dedicated to "THE BOYS WHO TOOK THE ...
MOODS OF GINGER MICKThis book was dedicated to "THE BOYS WHO TOOK THE ...
Come mourn with me for the land of Gosh, Oh, weep with me for the luckless GlugsOf the land of ...
I sit, unconscious of all things around,And look into my soul. Within it farThere is an image, dim and indistinct.Of ...
Ses Cullen, the cockie, he ses to me:"Now, I puts it to you in this way:If a feller....(Woah, Ginger! Come ...
Aye, call it murder is ye will! 'Tis not the crime I fear.If his cold curse would but lie still ...
"I By the ditch in the hollow stands the tree, A cottonwood with deeply wrinkled bark About its mighty trunk, ...
The Censor sits behind his desk, And smiles a censored smile; His great, blue ...
Hell hath enlarged its borders, While Satan sits in state, And gives his servants orders ...
The winds that blow about the world (Said Old George Jones)See here all hope to ruin hurled,See there triumphant flags ...
A lady plump and pleasing And generous and free,Her life is spent in sleek content Beside her inland sea;And, round ...
Hard by the gate-way of the East She dips within her market squareWith provender for man and beast, And goods ...
The ark of the Lord of Hosts Whose name is called by the name of Him Who dwelleth between the ...
The rich man has his motor-car, His country and his town estate. He smokes a fifty-cent cigar ...
The rich man has his motor-car, His country and his town estate.He smokes a fifty-cent cigar And jeers at ...
fancy shooting a man dead for an old label but think if there weren't any old labels nobody would ever ...
The calling of the disciples by the Sea of Galilee leaving their livelihood all that they knew the commercial fishermen ...
Where they had spent the night the fishermen alone on the waters unable to catch anything nothing at all After ...
Casting their nets into the sea seeking their food, their livelihood dropping their nets, their lives at the word of ...
Let faxes butter-curl on dusty shelves. Let junkmail build its castles in the hush of other people's halls. Let deadlines ...
MY mother's maids, when they did sew and spin, They sang sometime a song of the field mouse, That for ...
THAT shadow, my likeness, that goes to and fro, seeking a livelihood, chattering, chaffering; How often I find myself standing ...
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