The Stringy-Bark (Anonymous Oceania Poems)
I'm a broken-hearted miner, who loves his cup to drain,Which often-times has caused me to lie in frost and rain.Roaming ...
I'm a broken-hearted miner, who loves his cup to drain,Which often-times has caused me to lie in frost and rain.Roaming ...
There was a cobbler once, who sang all day;'Twas wonderful to see the man, and thenTo hear him quavering away,Happier ...
Long John McDougal, the wax-end and leather man, Solon of the main street, full of curious lore,Keen-eyed and frugal, politician, ...
The harvest moon was shinin'As Murtagh came from the fair,And Oh! The scent of the new-mown hayAnd the gorsebloom in ...
Ring, bells! and let bonfires outblaze the sun! Let echoes contribute their voices! Since now a happy settlement's begun, Let ...
In our street, the main street Running thro' the town,You see a lot of busy folk Going up and down:Bag ...
St. Crispin to Mr. Gifford.All unadvised, and in an evil hour, Lured by aspiring thoughts, my son, you daft The ...
Thanksgiving day is coming soon,That long remembered dayWhen nature gives her blessed boonTo all America.On that glad day, in all ...
Light on the towns and cities, and peace for evermore! The Big Five met in the world's light as many ...
For Elizabeth Bishop Nautilus Island's hermit heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage; her sheep still graze above ...
[I feel considerable hesitation in venturing to offer this version of a poem which Carlyle describes to be 'a beautiful ...
WE'RE told, that once a cobbler, BLASE by name; A wife had got, whose charms so high in fame; But ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
1. Dear relatives and friends, when my last breath Grows large and free in air, don't call it death -- ...
In the outskirts of the village On the river's winding shores Stand the Occidental plane-trees, Stand the ancient sycamores. One ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
THE LANDS OF MY CHILDHOOD 1 I am leaving the holy city of Leeds For the last time for the ...
MOORING POSTS 1 The mooring posts marked on the South Leeds map Of 1908 still line the Aire's side, huge, ...
You always read about it: the plumber with the twelve children who wins the Irish Sweepstakes. From toilets to riches. ...
A barefoot boy I went to school To save a cobbler's fee, For though the porridge pot was full A ...
(The Dark Side) My mind goes back to Fumin Wood, and how we stuck it out, Eight days of hunger, ...
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