Poems about unlicensed (11 Poems)
The Last Ride Together (after Browning) (James Kenneth Stephen Poems)
(From Her Point of View) When I had firmly answered ‘No’,And he allowed that that was so,I really thought I should be freeFor good and all from Mr B., And that he would soberly acquiesce:I said that it would be discreetThat … Continue reading
Each Defeat (Eileen Myles Poems)
Please! Keepreading meBlakebecause you’re going to makeme the greatestpoet ofall time Keep smoothingthe stones in thedrivewaylet me fry an eggon your ass& I’ll pick upthe mail. I feel yourabsence inthe morning& imagine yourinstant mouthlet me movein with you-Travellingwrapping your limbson … Continue reading
Enigma (Edgar Allan Poe Poems)
The noblest name in Allegory’s page,The hand that traced inexorable rage;A pleasing moralist whose page refined,Displays the deepest knowledge of the mind;A tender poet of a foreign tongue,(Indited in the language that he sung.)A bard of brilliant but unlicensed pageAt … Continue reading
The Lost Child. Canto I. (George Jehoshaphat Mountain Poems)
I. OF all that men with zeal and ardour chace, Pour’d here and there on life’s promiscuous ground,Some points are won by smooth and easy race, Some hedged by hindrance hard and sore are found.With wish’d success not every wight … Continue reading
The Sweetness Of England (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
And when, at lastEscaped,-so many a green slope built on slopeBetwixt me and the enemy’s house behind,I dared to rest, or wander,-like a restMade sweeter for the step upon the grass,-And view the ground’s most gentle dimplement,(As if God’s finger … Continue reading
A Rule of the A.J.C. (A B Banjo Paterson Poems)
Come all ye bold trainers attend to my song,It’s a rule of the A.J.C.You mustn’t train ponies, for that’s very wrongBy the rules of the A.J.C.You have to wear winkers when crossing the street,For fear that a pony you’d happen … Continue reading
The Hair-Tonic Bottle (Benjamin Franklin King Jr Poems)
HOW dear to my heart is the old village drugstore, When tired and thirsty it comes to my view. The wide-spreading sign that asks you to “Try it,” Vim, Vaseline, Vermifuge, Hop Bitters, too. The rusty old stove … Continue reading
Eureka (Henry Lawson Poem)
Roll up, Eureka’s heroes, on that grand Old Rush afar, For Lalor’s gone to join you in the big camp where you are; Roll up and give him welcome such as only diggers can, For well he battled for the … Continue reading
The Boy (William Henry Davies Poem)
Go, little boy, Fill thee with joy; For Time gives thee Unlicensed hours, To run in fields, And roll in flowers. A little boy Can life enjoy; If but to see The horses pass, When shut indoors Behind the glass. … Continue reading
The Rule of the A.J.C. (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Come all ye bold trainers attend to my song, It’s a rule of the A.J.C. You mustn’t train ponies, for that’s very wrong By the rules of the A.J.C. You have to wear winkers when crossing the street, For fear … Continue reading