The Game (C J Dennis Poems)
Ho! the sky's as blue as blazes an' the sun is shinin' bright, An' the dicky birds is singin' over'ead,An' ...
Ho! the sky's as blue as blazes an' the sun is shinin' bright, An' the dicky birds is singin' over'ead,An' ...
Now, be the Hokey Fly! sez Peter Begg."Suppose 'e comes 'ome with a wooden leg. Suppose 'e isn't fit to ...
I got no time fer wasters, lad, sez 'e, "Give me a man wiv grit," sez Uncle Jim.'E bores 'is ...
'Eroes? Orright. You 'ave it 'ow yeh like. Throw up yer little 'at an' come the glad;But not too much ...
DRAMATIS PERSONAEPoet. Philosopher. Jones of Mariposa.POETHalt! Here we are. Now wheel your mare a trifle Just where you stand; then ...
'Oo is that girl, sez Digger Smith,That never seems to bother with No blokes: the bint with curly 'air? I've ...
'Taint my idea uv argument to call a man a fool,An' I ain't lookin' round for bricks to 'eave at ...
Dozens of damp little curls; One little short upper lip; Two rows of teeth like diminutive pearls; Eyes clear and ...
Why do they do it? I dunno, Sez Digger Smith. "Yeh got me beat.Some uv the yarns yeh 'ear is ...
" Well ! "" Here we are ! "" You call to mind the clown who used to speak, His ...
Not guilty, yer Honers! I talks to yer straight! An' I calls it a pretty crook game -An' an 'og ...
Here in the flamin' thick of thick of things, With Death across the way, 'n' traps What little Fritz ...
Ain't it rum? said Dan one day,Yarning while he worked awayAt his model, all but done,Of the clipper ship Keemun ...
The old man sat upon his swag his eyes were red and bleared.I doubt he'd had a wash for days ...
Drip, drip, drip! It tinkles on the fly- The pitiless outpouring of an overburdened sky: Each drooping frond of pine ...
The thing's all wrong (I sez to 'im)Now look, there's this 'ere Monday, Jim,Comes before Christmas. Be a toffAn' lest ...
Say there! P'r'apsSome on you chaps Might know Jim Wild?Well,--no offense:Thar ain't no sense In gittin' riled!Jim was my chum ...
Year ain't been the very best;— Purty hard by trouble pressed; But the rough way leads to rest,— Here's ...
Tall, and stout, and solid-looking, Yet a wreck; None would think Death's finger's hooking Him from deck. Cause of half ...
"Was I at Eureka?" His figure was drawn to a youthful height, And a flood of proud recollections made the ...
There was Rundle, Station Master, An' Beazeley of the Rail, An' 'Ackman, Commissariat, An' Donkin' o' the Jail; An' Blake, ...
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