The Crisis (C J Dennis Poems)
Be-wigged and gowned, the Speaker frowned, And his frown was ill to see."Oddsfish!" he spake, "Do I mistake? Stands 'And' ...
Be-wigged and gowned, the Speaker frowned, And his frown was ill to see."Oddsfish!" he spake, "Do I mistake? Stands 'And' ...
Men, brother men, who, voiceless, round us fret,How can ye credit still they are sincere?This premier and his puppet cabinet,This ...
I think you're wonderful and so does everyone else.Just as Jackie Kennedy has a baby boy, so will you—even bigger.You ...
We know him well: no need of praise Or bonfire from the windy hillTo light to softer paths and ways ...
J'apprends, pour disputer un prix si glorieux, Le bel art d'?richthon, mortel prodigieux Qui sur l'herbe glissante, en longs anneaux ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies of time and chance are seldom clear, We would ...
DAUGHTER of Chaos' doting years, Nurse of ten thousand hopes and fears, Whether thy airy, insubstantial shade (The rights of ...
LONG life, my Lord, an' health be yours, Unskaithed by hunger'd Highland boors; Lord grant me nae duddie, desperate beggar, ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
When Yankies, skill'd in martial rule, First put the British troops to school; Instructed them in warlike trade, And new ...
So closed our tale, of which I give you all The random scheme as wildly as it rose: The words ...
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?-- Can I conceive the woes that try men, When late repentance racks the ...
"Poet and veteran of childhood, look! See in me the obscene, for you have love, For you have hatred, you, ...
'A ticket for the lottery I've purchased every week,' said she 'For years a score Though desperately poor am I, ...
The shades of night had fallen at last, When through the house a shadow passed, That once had been the ...
Why, oh why was Kater lifted From the darkness, where he drifted All unknown, and raised to honour, Side by ...
The Premier and the Socialist Were walking through the State: They wept to see the Savings Bank Such funds accumulate. ...
La lune s'attristait. Des s?raphins en pleurs R?vant, l'archet aux doigts, dans le calme des fleurs Vaporeuses, tiraient de mourantes ...
Come riddle-me-ree, come riddle-me-ree, And tell me, what my name may be. I am nearly one hundred and thirty years ...
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