The Cricketers of Flanders (James Norman Hall Poems)
The first to climb the parapetWith the "cricket balls" in either hand;The first to vanish in the smokeOf God-forsaken No ...
The first to climb the parapetWith the "cricket balls" in either hand;The first to vanish in the smokeOf God-forsaken No ...
Crawlin about like a snail in the mud,Covered wi clammy blae,ME, made after the image o' God -Jings! but it's ...
Thy flesh to earth, thy soul to God,We gave, O gallant brother;And o'er thy grave the awkward squadFired into one ...
Ho! the sky's as blue as blazes an' the sun is shinin' bright, An' the dicky birds is singin' over'ead,An' ...
South Mountain towered on our right, Far off the river lay,And over on the wooded height We held their line ...
I joined a contingent and went to the warIn search of promotion and pay,For I fancied the pastime of hunting ...
A Volunteer's Nightmare. If you're Volunteer Artist or Athlete, or if you defend the Home, You sacrifice ' Ease ' ...
If a single man is studious and quiet, people say He is grouchy, he is old before his time;If he's ...
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
The 'eathen in 'is blindness bows down to wood an' stone; 'E don't obey no orders unless they is 'is ...
Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw-- For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law. He's ...
DEAR SMITH, the slee'st, pawkie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; ...
HAIL, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie! Tho' fortune's road be rough an' hilly To every fiddling, rhyming billie, We never heed, But ...
AE day, as Death, that gruesome carl, Was driving to the tither warl' A mixtie-maxtie motley squad, And mony a ...
May-, 1786.I LANG hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
The Sergeant of a Highland Reg- -Iment was drilling of his men; With temper notably on edge He blest them ...
This is the yarn he told me As we sat in Casey's Bar, That Rooshun mug who scammed from the ...
'Fall in, that awkward squad, and strike no more Attractive attitudes! Dress by the right! The luminous rich colours that ...
(Another version of "A Terre".) To Siegfried Sassoon My arms have mutinied against me -- brutes! My fingers fidget like ...
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