A Letter From England (C J Dennis Poems)
Dear Boy --As it appears to us old fogeys -- If you'll excuse the term that we adopt --You and ...
Dear Boy --As it appears to us old fogeys -- If you'll excuse the term that we adopt --You and ...
There's a dance to-night at the Institute.For the young men there I don't care a hoot;They look like pups with ...
Mother says, "Be in no hurry, Marriage oft means care and worry." Auntie says, with manner grave, "Wife is synonym ...
Priscilla, Auntie's promised me A brand-new Paris doll; And though I love you, yet you see I cannot keep you ...
Chorus.-An' O for ane an' twenty, Tam! And hey, sweet ane an' twenty, Tam! I'll learn my kin a rattlin' ...
WHERE hae ye been sae braw, lad? Whare hae ye been sae brankie, O? Whare hae ye been sae braw, ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
WHAT can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man? ...
MOORING POSTS 1 The mooring posts marked on the South Leeds map Of 1908 still line the Aire's side, huge, ...
THE WALK TO THE PARADISE GARDENS 1 Bonfire Night beckoned us to the bridge By Saint Hilda's where we started ...
For Brenda Williams La lune diminue; divin septembre. Divine September the moon wanes. Pierre Jean Jouve Themes for poems and ...
Eggshell and Wedgwood Blue were just two Of the range on the colour cards Dulux Tailored to our taste in ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
THE KINGDOM OF MY HEART 1 The halcyon settled on the Aire of our days Kingfisher-blue it broke my heart ...
THE LANDS OF MY CHILDHOOD 1 I am leaving the holy city of Leeds For the last time for the ...
It is time for me to go, mother; I am going. When in the paling darkness of the lonely dawn ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
Father drank himself to death,-- Quite enjoyed it. Urged to draw a sober breath He'd avoid it. 'Save your sympathy,' ...
I burned my fingers on the stove And wept with bitterness; But poor old Auntie Maggie strove To comfort my ...
Whenever Auntie moves around, Her dresses make a curious sound, They trail behind her up the floor, And trundle after ...
Through every nook and every cranny The wind blew in on poor old Granny Around her knees, into each ear ...
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