How Beastly The Bourgeois Is (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
How beastly the bourgeois is especially the male of the species-- Presentable, eminently presentable-- shall I make you a present ...
How beastly the bourgeois is especially the male of the species-- Presentable, eminently presentable-- shall I make you a present ...
Have at you, you Devils! My back's to this tree, For you're nothing so nice That the hind-side of me ...
Tired of a landscape known too well when young: The deliberate shallow hills, the boring birds Flying past rocks; tired ...
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy ...
While you use your best endeavour to immortalise in verse The gambling and the drink which are your country's greatest ...
"Was I at Eureka?" His figure was drawn to a youthful height, And a flood of proud recollections made the ...
Nobody in the widow's household ever celebrated anniversaries. In the secrecy of my room I would not admit I cared ...
This ballad appears to refer to one of the exploits of the notorious Paul Jones, the American pirate. It is ...
As our mother the Frigate, bepainted and fine, Made play for her bully the Ship of the Line; So we, ...
How much grit do you think you've got? Can you quit a thing that you like a lot? You may ...
Father is quite the greatest poet That ever lived anywhere. You say you're going to write great music- I chose ...
Holding up my smelly sneaker the sole of my shoe as he claimed to be a martyr How dare he ...
To lead our nation, they were called, chosen by the people, to govern, to guide our land, in their time ...
An anniversary Of a moment (if many hours can be but a moment) When pain brought a common numbing A ...
Bully of the playground Terror of the tank To them it is no fun at all to him it is ...
The Captain becomes moody at sea. He's afraid of water; such bully amounts that prove the seas. . . A ...
I Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea? LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of ...
TO you, sir, this summons I've sent, Pray, whip till the pownie is freathing; But if you demand what I ...
I ain't a timid man at all, I'm just as brave as most, I'll take my chance in open fight ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
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