Laugh A Little Bit (Edmund Vance Cooke Poems)
Here's a motto, just your fit--Laugh a little bit.When you think you're trouble hit,Laugh a little bit.Look misfortune in the ...
Here's a motto, just your fit--Laugh a little bit.When you think you're trouble hit,Laugh a little bit.Look misfortune in the ...
COLLECTED VERSE by A B 'Banjo' PatersonThis collection of 60 poems published many times over the decades appear to have ...
DAN CUPID, though the god of soft amour, In ev'ry age works miracles a store; Can Catos change to male ...
IN ev'ry age, at Naples, we are told, Intrigue and gallantry reign uncontrolled; With beauteous objects in abundance blessed. No ...
He wrapped them carefully, neatly in costly green silk. Roses of ruby, lilies of pearl, violets of amethyst. As he ...
Love's worshippers alone can know The thousand mysteries that are his; His blazing torch, his twanging bow, His blooming age ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
FY, let us a' to Kirkcudbright, For there will be bickerin' there; For Murray's light horse are to muster, And ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
O THOU, who in the heavens does dwell, Who, as it pleases best Thysel', Sends ane to heaven an' ten ...
1 TO think of time-of all that retrospection! To think of to-day, and the ages continued henceforward! Have you guess'd ...
A born salesman, my father made all his dough by selling wool to Fieldcrest, Woolrich and Faribo. A born talker, ...
PART I It is an hour before the hour of dawn. Set in mine hand my staff and leave me ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face, As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright; As ...
When first I left Blighty they gave me a bay'nit And told me it 'ad to be smothered wiv gore; ...
The poppies gleamed like bloody pools through cotton-woolly mist; The Captain kept a-lookin' at the watch upon his wrist; And ...
THE SINS of Kalamazoo are neither scarlet nor crimson. The sins of Kalamazoo are a convict gray, a dishwater drab. ...
THERE'S Chamfort. He's a sample. Locked himself in his library with a gun, Shot off his nose and shot out ...
Now look, you see, it's this way like, You cross the broken bridge And run the crick down till you ...
I was making my way home late one night this summer, when I staggered into a snow drift. Her eyes ...
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