The Bookmaker’s Daughter 1934 (Billy Bennett Poems)
Nell was a bookmaker's daughter;On the day she was born there was trouble: In addition to Nell came a sister ...
Nell was a bookmaker's daughter;On the day she was born there was trouble: In addition to Nell came a sister ...
There are many to sing of the noble deeds of Kansas' favorite sons___ The men who ...
When I bought you for a song,Years ago--Lord knows how long!--I was struck--I may be wrong-- By your features,And--a ...
He is marching dusty highways and he's riding bitter trails,His eyes are clear and shining and his muscles hard as ...
Happy the maimed, the halt, the mad, the blind--All who, stamped separate by curtailing birth,Owe no duty's allegiance to mankindNor ...
In all the history of Balkan bruisers!I think the Bulgar fascinates me most,Who simply can't refrain from backing losers,Not even ...
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand grey to the ...
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand gray to the ...
The blood of the people to be spilt by the tyrant raining down from heaven onto the earth Unwilling to ...
A false accusation lies before the Sanhedrin blamed for blasphemy when he only spoke the word of God the truth ...
I remember well making that old little trivet popsicle sticks, real ones not craft sticks made for that purpose these ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda? Do you remember an Inn? And the tedding and the bedding Of the straw ...
FY, let us a' to Kirkcudbright, For there will be bickerin' there; For Murray's light horse are to muster, And ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you ...
he drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked ...
My daughter Jane makes dresses For beautiful Princesses; But though she's plain is Jane, Of needlework she's vain, And makes ...
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
YOU come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you get that stuff? What ...
'Twas the horse thief, Andy Regan, that was hunted like a dog By the troopers of the upper Murray side, ...
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