Bob Polter (William Schwenck Gilbert Poems)
BOB POLTER was a navvy, andHis hands were coarse, and dirty too,His homely face was rough and tanned,His time of ...
BOB POLTER was a navvy, andHis hands were coarse, and dirty too,His homely face was rough and tanned,His time of ...
BOUCHE-MIGNONNE lived in the mill, Past the vineyards shady,Where the sun shone on a rill Jewelled like a lady.Proud the stream with ...
A DithyrambFrom my dreamings I would coaxSoft an image in scent-woven web;I would weave rings passing fairFrom the locks of ...
Marble pillar towers high,Jagged summit saws the air,Putrefaction, life's decay,Boulders in the abyss down there.Grim the cliff that upward climbsClamps ...
They ask me to sing them a Christmas song That with musical mirth shall ring;How know I that the world's ...
Drop a pebble in the water: just a splash, and it is gone; But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and ...
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