Th’ State O’ Th’ Poll. A Nop Tickle Illusion (John Hartley Poems)
Sal Sanguine wor a bonny lass, Ov that yo may be sewer;Shoo had her trubbles tho', alas! An th' biggest wor her ...
Poems about breeath (9 Poems)
Matty’s Reason (John Hartley Poems)
"Nah, Matty! what meeans all this fuss? Tha'rt as back'ard as back'ard can be;Ther must be some reason, becoss It used to ...
A Cold Dooas (John Hartley Poems)
One neet aw went hooam, what time aw can't tell,But it must ha been lat, for awd th' street to ...
Peevish Poll (John Hartley Poems)
Aw've heeard ov Mary Mischief, An aw've read ov Natterin Nan;An aw've known a Grumlin Judy, An a cross-grained Sarah Ann;But wi' ...
That’s A Fact (John Hartley Poems)
A'a Mary aw'm glad 'at that's thee!Aw need thy advice, lass, aw'm sure;Aw'm all ov a mooild tha can see,Aw ...
Th’ Better Part (John Hartley Poems)
A poor owd man wi' tott'ring gait,Wi' body bent, an snowy pate, Aw met one day;--An daan o'th' rooad side grassy ...
That Drabbled Brat (John Hartley Poems)
Goa hooam,--tha little drabbled brat, Tha'll get thi deeath o' cold;Whear does ta live? Just tell me that, Befooar aw start to ...
To Mally (John Hartley Poems)
Its long sin th' parson made us one, An yet it seems to me,As we've gooan thrustin, toilin on, Time's made noa ...
Elegy on the Death of a Frog (David Lewis Poems)
Ya summer day when I were mowin', When flooers of monny soorts were growin', Which fast befoor my scythe fell ...