Natty Nancy (John Hartley Poems)
"Mooar fowk get wed nor what do weel," A've heeard mi mother say;But mooast young lads an lasses too, Think just th' ...
"Mooar fowk get wed nor what do weel," A've heeard mi mother say;But mooast young lads an lasses too, Think just th' ...
Sal Sanguine wor a bonny lass, Ov that yo may be sewer;Shoo had her trubbles tho', alas! An th' biggest wor her ...
Aw know some fowk will call it crime, To put sich stooaries into ryhme,But yet, contentedly aw chime Mi simple ditty:An if ...
What a lot ov advice ther is wasted;-- What praichin is all thrown away;--Young fowk lang for pleasures untasted, An its little ...
A SONG OF EXILEA withered shamrock, yet to me 'tis fair As the sweet rose to other eyes might be,Because its ...
MY SEA-HERMITAGE.Inscribed to Capt. C. Biden,E.I.C.S. Commander of the Ship Victory.Swinging in my cot at ease,Yet a wanderer o'er the ...
"Gooid gracious!" cried Susy, one fine summer's morn, "Here's a bonny to do! aw declare!Aw wor nivver soa capt sin th' ...
It wor Kursmiss day,--we wor ready for fun,Th' puddin wor boil'd an th' rooast beef wor done;Th' ale wor i'th' ...
How varied lies the chequer'd scene!-- Dunmait capt with snow;While humbler smiles, in vernal green, The sun-clad vale below:Gay spring her cheering ...
Whats this? A letter thro' Jim? God bless him! What has he to say?Here, Lizzie, my een's gettin' dim, Just read it, ...
He wandered slipshod through the street, His clothes had many a rent;His shoes seemed dropping from his feet, His eyes were downward ...
Youngest child of the late Capt. JOHN C. COMSTOCK, died at Hartford,February 11th, 1862, a fortnight after his father, aged ...
To praise your lonliv'd, or long honord name, A wrong were to your vertues (Henningham) Let those which can affoord nought else ...
Henry in trouble whirped out lonely whines.When ich when was ever not in trouble?But did he whip out whinesafore? And ...
DER SHENERAL SHERMAN holts oop on his coorse, He shtops at de gross-road und reins in his horse. "Dere's a ...
OR MELANCHOLY FATE OF CAPT. PIERCE AND HIS TWO DAUGHTERS. ETERNAL Power! who rul'st with sovereign willWho bid'st the tempest ...
TO CAPT. WALTER S. THOMAS. We gaze upon the shining orbs That guild the depthless welkin dome, Survey that grand ...
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Henry in trouble whirped out lonely whines. When ich when was ever not in trouble? But did he whip out ...
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