Kilts, Ye Ken (C J Dennis Poems)
Noo, ye ken, we'll see 'em agen, Waggling doon the street,While the baton twirls an' the piper skirls To the ...
Poems about agen (21 Poems)
In Sydney Harbour (Dorothy Una Ratcliffe Poems)
MRS. CARTER speaks:We came oot here in '87, A lang, lang way ower sea;A renky chap wur my Bill an* ...
Yorkshire Five (Dorothy Una Ratcliffe Poems)
WHEN I'se been by Tiber an' when I'se been by Seine,Listenin' theer messages, I lang to hear agenSecrets of home-watters, ...
Queen Hilda of Virland (Henry Lawson Poem)
PART I Queen Hilda rode along the lines, And she was young and fair; And forward on her shoulders fell ...
England, My England (William Ernest Henley Poem)
WHAT have I done for you, England, my England? What is there I would not do, England, my own? With ...
The River Scamander (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
I'M now disposed to give a pretty tale; Love laughs at what I've sworn and will prevail; Men, gods, and ...
The Rhemese (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
NO city I to Rheims would e'er prefer: Of France the pride and honour I aver; The Holy Ampoule and ...
The Dog (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
St. Julian’s Prayer (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
To Mr. F. Now Earl of W (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
No sooner, FLAVIO, was you gone, But, your Injunction thought upon, ARDELIA took the Pen; Designing to perform the Task, ...
On The Hurricane (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
Marksman Sam (Marriott Edgar Poem)
When Sam Small joined the regiment, 'E were no' but a raw recruit, And they marched 'im away one wint'ry ...
Your Hay It Is Mow’d, And Your Corn Is Reap’d (John Dryden Poems)
(Comus.) Your hay it is mow'd, and your corn is reap'd; Your barns will be full, and your hovels heap'd: ...
The Lang Coortin’ (Lewis Carroll Poems)
The ladye she stood at her lattice high, Wi' her doggie at her feet; Thorough the lattice she can spy ...
The Vixen (John Clare Poem)
Among the taller wood with ivy hung, The old fox plays and dances round her young. She snuffs and barks ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
The Flood (John Clare Poem)
On Lolham Brigs in wild and lonely mood I've seen the winter floods their gambols play Through each old arch ...
Remembrances (John Clare Poem)
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
Consolatorium, Ad Parentes (William Strode Poems)
Lett her parents then confesse That they beleeve her happinesse, Which now they question. Thinke as you Lent her the ...
Patriotism 02 Nelson, Pitt, Fox (Sir Walter Scott Poems)
TO mute and to material things New life revolving summer brings; The genial call dead Nature hears, And in her ...
Tom May’s Death (Andrew Marvell Poems)
As one put drunk into the Packet-boat, Tom May was hurry'd hence and did not know't. But was amaz'd on ...