Ten Types of Hospital Visitor (Charles Causley Poems)
1The first enters wearing the neon armourOf virtue.Ceaselessly firing all-purpose smilesAt everyone presentShe destroys hopeIn the breasts of the sick,Who ...
1The first enters wearing the neon armourOf virtue.Ceaselessly firing all-purpose smilesAt everyone presentShe destroys hopeIn the breasts of the sick,Who ...
When I'm sittin' in me dug-out wiv me rifle on me knees,An' a yowlin', 'owlin' chorus comes a-floatin' up the ...
(REPORTED BY TRUTHFUL JAMES)Waltz in, waltz in, ye little kids, and gather round my knee,And drop them books and first ...
It is the story of Thompson--of Thompson, the hero of Angels.Frequently drunk was Thompson, but always polite to the stranger;Light ...
DE picknock oud at Spraker's Wood:- It melt de soul und fire de plood. Id sofly slid from cakes und ...
In Dennis O'Halloran's bar-room, down by Newcastle pier,(Was ever ye down to Newcastle, lad?), I was sittin' drinkin' a beer,An' ...
Well I remember him -- Big Jack Herrington; Big Jack, the lumper, tanned and honest-eyed,The clean, straight limbs of him,The ...
Look at 'em! Toffs with their big cigars,Drivin' along in their motor cars.Nothin' at all like the olden daysWhen the ...
The rafters are open to sun, moon, and star, Thistles and nettles grow high in the bar -- The chimneys ...
The old Jimmy Woodser comes into the bar Unwelcomed, unnoticed, unknown, Too old and too odd to be drunk with, ...
When the man I was denounces all the things that I was not, When the true souls stand like granite, ...
The night too quickly passes And we are growing old, So let us fill our glasses And toast the Days ...
A GLIMPSE, through an interstice caught, Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove, late ...
1 GIVE me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling; Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red ...
Beyond the Rocking Bridge it lies, the burg of evil fame, The huts where hive and swarm and thrive the ...
Only a Leather Medal, hanging there on the wall, Dingy and frayed and faded, dusty and worn and old; Yet ...
I wrote a poem to the moon But no one noticed it; Although I hoped that late or soon Someone ...
It's cruel cold on the water-front, silent and dark and drear; Only the black tide weltering, only the hissing snow; ...
It was while we held our races -- Hurdles, sprints and steplechases -- Up in Dandaloo, That a crowd of ...
In the same way that the mindless diamond keeps one spark of the planet's early fires trapped forever in its ...
Some men, some men Cannot pass a Book shop. (Lady, make your mind up, and wait your life away.) Some ...
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