Poems about rag (31 Poems)
The Star of Australasia (Henry Lawson Poem)
We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation’s slime; Better a shred of a deep-dyed rag from the storms of the olden time. From grander clouds in our `peaceful skies’ than ever were there before … Continue reading
For’ard’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, For there’s near a hundred for’ard, and they’re stowed away like sheep, – They are trav’lers for the most part in a straight ‘n’ honest path; But their linen’s rather … Continue reading
The Wander-Light (Henry Lawson Poem)
And they heard the tent-poles clatter, And the fly in twain was torn – ‘Tis the soiled rag of a tatter Of the tent where I was born. And what matters it, I wonder? Brick or stone or calico? – … Continue reading
I’ll tell you what you Wanderers (Henry Lawson Poems)
I’ll tell you what you wanderers, who drift from town to town; Don’t look into a good girl’s eyes, until you’ve settled down. It’s hard to go away alone and leave old chums behind- It’s hard to travel steerage when … Continue reading
The Widow at Windsor (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
‘Ave you ‘eard o’ the Widow at Windsor With a hairy gold crown on ‘er ‘ead? She ‘as ships on the foam — she ‘as millions at ‘ome, An’ she pays us poor beggars in red. (Ow, poor beggars in … Continue reading
The Vampire (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
A fool there was and he mad his prayer (Even as you and I!) To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair (We called her the woman who did not care), But the fool he called her … Continue reading
The Rhyme of the Three Captains (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
This ballad appears to refer to one of the exploits of the notorious Paul Jones, the American pirate. It is founded on fact. . . . At the close of a winter day, Their anchors down, by London town, the … Continue reading
The Man Who Could Write (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Boanerges Blitzen, servant of the Queen, Is a dismal failure — is a Might-have-been. In a luckless moment he discovered men Rise to high position through a ready pen. Boanerges Blitzen argued therefore — “I, With the selfsame weapon, can … Continue reading
Gunga Din (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
You may talk o’ gin and beer When you’re quartered safe out ‘ere, An’ you’re sent to penny-fights an’ Aldershot it; But when it comes to slaughter You will do your work on water, An’ you’ll lick the bloomin’ boots … Continue reading
Villon’s Straight Tip to All Cross Coves (William Ernest Henley Poems)
“Tout aux tavernes et aux filles.” Suppose you screeve? or go cheap-jack? Or fake the broads? or fig a nag? Or thimble-rig? or knap a yack? Or pitch a snide? or smash a rag? Suppose you duff? or nose and … Continue reading