He-Goat (D H Lawrence Poems)
SEE his black nose snubbed back, pressed over like a whale's blow-holes,As if his nostrils were going to curve ...
SEE his black nose snubbed back, pressed over like a whale's blow-holes,As if his nostrils were going to curve ...
The Glugs abide in a far, far landThat is partly pebbles and stones and sand, But mainly earth of a ...
I. (Macauley, who made it):Pour, varlet, pour the water,The water steaming hot!A spoonful for each man of us,Another for the ...
Easter Monday in the city - Rattle, rattle, rumble, rush;Tom and Jerry, ...
Scrape the bottom of the hole: gather up the stuff, Fossick in ...
WE sing no song of Right or Wrong, Or War, or Fame, or Duty; Our chanty free it still shall ...
A Valentine The Bree was up; the floods were out Around the hut of Culgo Jim: The hand of God ...
We have heard it. Oft we heard it long before we came of age.In whatever fields we practise, art whatever ...
TO DR. E. J. WILSON, Columbus, Ohio, and E.G. BURKHAM, Editor of Columbus Dispatch Rode on dat ah 'lectric kyah! ...
The longer thou livest, the more fool thou.IGo hide! Go hide! But through the latticework Of my ...
They say a touch of spring is in the air; They say the wattle trees with bloom are gay;They say ...
So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? Good. We'll clear the Aides and khitmatgars away. (You'll know that fat ...
To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned, To my brethren in their sorrow overseas, ...
Come to the pane, draw the curtain apart, There she is passing, the girl of my heart; See where she ...
A Belgian Priest-Soldier Speaks; GURR! You cochon! Stand and fight! Show your mettle! Snarl and bite! Spawn of an accursed ...
Smith, great writer of stories, drank; found it immortalized his pen; Fused in his brain-pan, else a blank, heavens of ...
Take it away, and swallow it yourself. Ha! Look you, there's a rat. Last night there were a dozen on ...
LOQUITUR: En Bertans de Born. Dante Alighieri put this man in hell for that he was a stirrer up of ...
Italian Campagna 1309, the open road Bah! I have sung women in three cities, But it is all the same; ...
Beat the squares with the tramp of rebels! Higher, rangers of haughty heads! We'll wash the world with a second ...
Frowning, the owl in the oak complained him Sore, that the song of the robin restrained him Wrongly of slumber, ...
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