The Last Crew (DuBose Heyward Poems)
I Spring found us early that eventful year, Seeming to know in her clairvoyant way The bitterness ...
I Spring found us early that eventful year, Seeming to know in her clairvoyant way The bitterness ...
Whene'er I drink of Friezland ale,Drawn from an old brown bottle;I feel as if a summer mornWas running down my ...
"King and Queen of the Pelicans we;No other Birds so grand we see!None but we have feet like fins!With lovely ...
YOUTH is the season of revolt; at twenty-fiveWe curse the reigning politicians,Wondering that any man aliveStands for such damnable conditions.Whatever ...
What is it now? More trouble?Another Jew? I might have known it.These Jews, they buzz around the tail of troubleLike ...
Mademoiselle from Armenti?res, Parley-voo? Mademoiselle from Armenti?res, Parley-voo? Mademoiselle from Armenti?res, She hasn't been kissed in forty years, Hinky, dinky, ...
I Chins that might serve the new Jerusalem; Streets footsore; minute whisking milliners, Dubbed graceful, but at whom one's eye ...
Freshened by any wind, sanitised with pine and cypress, the slaughterhouse is cool as a church inside. High rafters too. ...
A LITTLE more of loving, a little less of pain,A little more of sunshine, a little less of rain;A little ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
In his lodge beside a river, Close beside a frozen river, Sat an old man, sad and lonely. White his ...
The men that fought at Minden, they was rookies in their time -- So was them that fought at Waterloo! ...
I now delight In spite Of the might And the right Of classic tradition, In writing And reciting Straight ahead, ...
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander ...
THE WALK TO THE PARADISE GARDENS 1 Bonfire Night beckoned us to the bridge By Saint Hilda's where we started ...
"Gather around me, children dear; The wind is high and the night is cold; Closer, little ones, snuggle near; Let's ...
I TELL them where the wind comes from, Where the music goes when the fiddle is in the box. Kids-I ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
In the good old days when the Army's ways were simple and unrefined, With a stock to keep their chins ...
Back of my back, they talk of me, Gabble and honk and hiss; Let them batten, and let them be- ...
WHEN by Zeus relenting the mandate was revoked, Sentencing to exile the bright Sun-God, Mindful were the ploughmen of who ...
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