The Old Hay-Mow (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
The Old Hay-mow's the place to playFer boys, when it's a rainy day!I good-'eal ruther be up thereThan down in ...
Poems about bets (21 Poems)
Campus Sonnets: Talk (Stephen Vincent Benet Poems)
Tobacco smoke drifts up to the dim ceilingFrom half a dozen pipes and cigarettes,Curling in endless shapes, in blue rings ...
Generations (There are mummers yet on Cotswold) (Ivor Gurney Poems)
There are mummers yet on Cotswold,Though Will Squele he lies low,And men sow wheat on headlandsThat other men see grow.Eyes ...
Tale XV (George Crabbe Poems)
ADVICE; OR THE 'SQUIRE AND THE PRIEST.A wealthy Lord of far-extended landHad all that pleased him placed at his command;Widow'd ...
Red Robin (C J Dennis Poems)
Hi, it's a funny world! This mornin' when I wokeI saw red robin on the fence, an' heard the words ...
The Bar-Room Patriot (C J Dennis Poems)
Why, 'ow's she goin', Bill, ole sport? I thort I knoo your dile!My oath! You look the proper sort! That ...
Vi’lits (C J Dennis Poems)
I wus pickin' gipsy vi'lits fer to try an' square Doreen.We 'ad words . . . about pianners - fer ...
The First Ode Of The First Book Of Horace Imitated. And Addressed To John Miller Esq. Of Batheaston (Christopher Anstey Poems)
Miller, whom fair Ierne bore To grace Britannia's happier shore, Whose Genius guides, whose counsel guards The labours of Bathonian ...
The Silent Member (C J Dennis Poems)
He lived in Mundaloo, and Bill McClosky was his name,But folks that knew him well had little knowledge of that ...
That Bucking Bronk, Coyote (Curley Fletcher Poems)
We called him old Coyote, and we claimed that he could step;A cowboy came up from the south that had ...
The Crown Of Love (George Meredith Poems)
O might I load my arms with thee, Like that young lover of Romance Who loved and gained so gloriously ...
A New Year Thought (C J Dennis Poems)
Brother, who on some near morrowMakes a pledge conceived in sorrow Makes a New Year resolution Seeking plenary ablution.Makes a ...
The Duel (Bruce Kiskaddon Poems)
Old Pan Handle Johnny was quick on the draw,And a wonderful shot was old Billy McGraw.Old Billy McGraw he expressed ...
Love Is (Gary R. Ferris Poem)
Love is long suffering, And endures to the end; It is not shaken, By the storms and the wind. ***** ...
Talk (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Tobacco smoke drifts up to the dim ceiling From half a dozen pipes and cigarettes, Curling in endless shapes, in ...
O Breath (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Beneath that loved and celebrated breast, silent, bored really blindly veined, grieves, maybe lives and lets live, passes bets, something ...
For A Row Of Laurel Shrubs (David Wagoner Poems)
They don't want to be your hedge, Your barrier, your living wall, the no-go Go-between between your property And the ...
Legends (Carl Sandburg Poems)
CLOWNS DYINGFIVE circus clowns dying this year, morning newspapers told their lives, how each one horizontal in a last gesture ...
Tom Collins (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Who never drinks and never bets, But loves his wife and pays his debts And feels content with what he ...
Mulligan’s Mare (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Oh, Mulligan's bar was the deuce of a place To drink, and to fight, and to gamble and race; The ...
How The Favourite Beat Us (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
"Aye," said the boozer, "I tell you it's true, sir, I once was a punter with plenty of pelf, But ...