The Squatter’s Man (Anonymous Oceania Poems)
Come, all ye lads an' list to me,That's left your homes an' crossed the sea,To try your fortune, bound or ...
Come, all ye lads an' list to me,That's left your homes an' crossed the sea,To try your fortune, bound or ...
She play'd me false, but that's not why I haven't quite forgiven Di, Although I've tried: This curl was hers, so brown, so bright, She gave it me one blissful night, And — more beside! In photo we were group'd together; She wore the darling hat and feather That I adore; In profile by her side I sat Reading my poetry — but that She'd heard before. Why, after all, Di threw me over I never knew, and can't discover, Or even guess; May be Smith's lyrics she decided Were sweeter than the sweetest I did — I acquiesce. A week before their wedding day, When Smith was call'd in haste away To join the Staff, Di gave to him, with tearful mien, Our only photograph. I've seen That photograph. I've seen it in Smith's album-book! Just think! her hat — her tender look, Are now that brute's! Before she gave it, off she cut My body, head, and lyrics, but She was obliged, the little slut, To leave my Boots.(Frederick Locker-Lampson)
Arthur is gone . . . Tristram in CareolSleeps, with a broken sword - and Yseult sleepsBeside him, where the ...
Goya drew a pig on a wall. The five-year-old hairdresser's son Saw, graved on a silver tray, The lion; and ...
June, gentle June, of whom the crooners croon,Sweet month of silk, of salmon, and the swoon;June, what a chance you ...
Lazy-bones, lazy-bones, wake up and peep;The Cat's in the cupboard, your Mother's asleep.There you sit snoring, forgetting her ills:Who is ...
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
is what we called her. The story was that her father had thrown Drano at her which was probably true, ...
Chloe, In verse by your command I write. Shortly you'll bid me ride astride, and fight: These talents better with ...
I I sought a theme and sought for it in vain, I sought it daily for six weeks or so. ...
Charming oysters I cry: My masters, come buy, So plump and so fresh, So sweet is their flesh, No Colchester ...
Tiger Christ unsheathed his sword, Threw it down, became a lamb. Swift spat upon the species, but Took two women ...
Oh you who have daring deeds to tell! And you who have felt Ambition's spell! Have you heard of the ...
We're taking Marie Toro to her home in Père-La-Chaise; We're taking Marie Toro to her last resting-place. Behold! her hearse ...
"The North has got him." --Yukonism. I tried to refine that neighbor of mine, honest to God, I did. I ...
Me and Ed and a stretcher Out on the nootral ground. (If there's one dead corpse, I'll betcher There's a ...
"YOU slut," he flung at her. It was more than a hundred times He had thrown it into her face ...
With white frost gone And all green dreams not worth much, After a lean day's work Time comes round for ...
Morgan the drover explained, As he drank from his battered quart-pot, Many a slut I have trained; This is the ...
Kind Christians, pray list to me, And I'll relate a sad story, Concerning a little blind girl, only nine years ...
Jenny, your mind commands kingdoms of black and white: you shoulder the crow on your left, the snowbird on your ...
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