XVIII: Oh Who Is That Young Sinner with the Handcuffs on his Wrists (A E Housman Poems)
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists?And what has he been after that they groan ...
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists?And what has he been after that they groan ...
I'll make believe, and fancy something strange:I will suppose I have the power to changeAnd make all things unlike to ...
Here a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowling,The darling of our crew;No more he'll hear the tempest howling,For death has ...
Chris Watson, of the Parliament,By his Caucus Gods he sworeThat the great Labor PartyShould suffer wrong no more.By his Caucus ...
O Cruel fair, Whose flowing hair The envy and the pride of all is, As onward ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists? And what has he been after that they ...
Would Jesus torture, would he allow his disciples to torture would people acting as his friends, as children of God, ...
I AM always inclined to suspect The best story under the sun As soon as by chance I detect That ...
Said Statesman A to Statesman Z: "What can we tax that is not paying? We're taxing every blessed thing- Here's ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
HIS face with smile eternal drest, Just like the Landlord's to his Guest's, High as they hang with creaking din, ...
FROM those drear solitudes and frowsy cells, Where Infamy with sad Repentance dwells; Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast, ...
I watched one day a parrot grey - 'twas in a barber shop. "Cuckold!" he cried, until I sighed: "You ...
There's a dashin' sort of boy Which they call his Party's Joy, And his smile-that-won't-come-off would quite disarm ye; And ...
Chris Watson, of the Parliament, By his Caucus Gods he swore That the great Labor Party Should suffer wrong no ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
But anxious cares the pensive nymph oppress'd, And secret passions labour'd in her breast. Not youthful kings in battle seiz'd ...
Ho! Darkies, don't you hear dose voters cryin' Pack dat carpet bag! You must get to de Poll, you must ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
With the ladies' permission, most humbly I'd mention How much we're obliged by all their attention; We sink with the ...
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