Leawood Hall (Ernest Jones Poems)
In a cottage on a moor Famine's feeble children cried;The frost knocked sharply at the door, And hunger ...
In a cottage on a moor Famine's feeble children cried;The frost knocked sharply at the door, And hunger ...
LEAWOOD HALL,A Chistmas Tale. IN a cottage on a moor Famine's feeble children cried;The frost knocked sharply at the ...
Oh, them days on Red Hoss Mountain, when the skies wuz fair 'nd blue,When the money flowed like likker, 'nd ...
Now ponder well, you parents deare,These wordes which I shall write;A doleful story you shall heare,In time brought forth to ...
looked from the mountain height, and sawRapine assume the robes of law!Justice I saw driven out apace,While Robbery climbed to ...
John Gilbert was a bushrangerOf terrible renownFor sticking lots of people upAnd shooting others down.John Gilbert said unto his pals,'Although ...
THE scatter'd straws from richer cargoes strown,I've gather'd up and treasured as my own:Yet to no robbery do I confess,My ...
When priestes failen in their saws,And lordes turne Godde's lawsAgainst the right;And lechery is holden as privy solace,And robbery as ...
Thank you, Sir John; though it's a little strangeTo thank the torturer who makes no change.Thank you. Sir John, you've ...
Oh all ye, who pass by, whose eyes and mind To worldly things are sharp, but to me blind; To ...
Foundered March 24. 1878 1 The Eurydice-it concerned thee, O Lord: Three hundred souls, O alas! on board, Some asleep ...
O heart, the equal poise of love's both parts, Big alike with wounds and darts, Live in these conquering leaves; ...
I The Roaring Tinker if you like, But Mannion is my name, And I beat up the common sort And ...
Is this the land our fathers loved, The freedom which they toiled to win? Is this the soil whereon they ...
In Pat Mahoney's booze bazaar the fun was fast and free, And Ragtime Billy spanked the baby grand; While caroling ...
The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from ...
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all; What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No ...
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all; What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No ...
The forward violet thus did I chide: "Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from ...
'Twas in the year of 1889, and in the month of June, Ten thousand people met with a fearful doom, ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
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