Sketches of Village Character In Days “O’ Langsyne” (Janet Hamilton Poems)
I've aften been thinkin', whan sittin' alane,Blin', dowie, an' cowerin' upon the hearth stane,On places an' faces I ken'd o' ...
I've aften been thinkin', whan sittin' alane,Blin', dowie, an' cowerin' upon the hearth stane,On places an' faces I ken'd o' ...
WELL, Maussa! if you wants to heer, I'll tell you 'bout um 'true.Doh de berry taut ob dat bad time ...
Up and down old Brandywine, In the days 'at's past and gone--With a dad-burn hook-and line And a saplin' pole--swawn! I've had more ...
Texas Jack, you are amusin'. By Lord Harry, how I laughedWhen I seen yer rig and saddle with its bulwarks ...
The rabbit's ears are flattened and he's squattin' scared and still,Ag'inst the dripping cedar; and the quail below the hillAre ...
Smoorin' wi' reek an' blacken'd wi' soot,Lowin' like Etna an' Hecla to boot,Ought o' our malleables want ye to learn?—There's ...
Oh, them days on Red Hoss Mountain, when the skies wuz fair 'nd blue,When the money flowed like likker, 'nd ...
Ever heard th' black watch story?Ask th' boys o' our old crew;There's sea yarns a sight more gory, But there ...
So they won't ship me over today, eh?Too old, did you say, an' too lame?It's a hard knock, Cap'n, t' ...
YOU can dunnage casks o' tallow; you can handle hides an' horn; You can carry frozen mutton; you can lumber ...
The pale young man he comes to me, An' chats me good an' fair;"The langwidge that you use," ses he, ...
In the everlasting summer, when the town is limp with heat,and the asphalt of the footpath curls your boots and ...
Yes, I've sat in the summer twilight,Wiv a nice girl, 'and in 'and,But I've thought even then of the shell ...
When Mrs. Malone got a letter from PatShe started to read it aloud in her flat."Dear Mary," it started, "I ...
Things mostly happen for the best.However hard it seems to-day,When some fond plan has gone astrayOr what you've wished for ...
There was weepin' by the women that the crowd could plainly see, An' old William's throat was chokin' an' his ...
You may talk o' gin and beer When you're quartered safe out 'ere, An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot ...
LAMENT in rhyme, lament in prose, Wi' saut tears trickling down your nose; Our bardie's fate is at a close, ...
You want me to tell you a story, a yarn of the firin' line, Of our thin red kharki 'eroes, ...
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