Matildy’s Beau (Joseph C Lincoln Poems)
I hain't no great detective, like yer read about,--the kindThat solves a whole blame murder case by footmarks left behind;But ...
I hain't no great detective, like yer read about,--the kindThat solves a whole blame murder case by footmarks left behind;But ...
He tripped up the steps with a bow and a smile, Offering snuff to the chaplain the while, A rose at his ...
Here we are, Mr. Bull, your Orange and ...
AFTER all, you are my rather tedious hero;It is impossible (damn it!) to avoidLooking at you through keyholes.But come! At ...
Jackey Jackey gallops on a horse like a swallowWhere the carbines bark and the blackboys hollo.When the traps give chase ...
I don't mind kings and dukes and things; I don't mind wigs or maces;I don't mind crowns or robes or ...
Cardelia. Smilinda. Cardelia. The Basset-Table spread, the Tallier come;Why stays Smilinda in the Dressing-Room?Rise, pensive Nymph, the Tallier waits for ...
Before I was famous I used to sitIn a dull old under-ground room I knew,And sip cheap beer, and be ...
Pennarby shaft is dark and steep, Eight foot wide, eight hundred deep. Stout the bucket and tough the cord, Strong ...
Beware the Sissy Boy my child, Not because he's very wild; The Sissy Boy is never that, ...
In the old town traditions -- as greybeards will explain --One epic tale immortalises Lah-di-dah Lane, Clerk to a local ...
Ha, tott'ring Johny, strut and boast, But think of what your feathers cost; Your crowing days are short at most, ...
If I should die to-night And you should come to my cold corpse and say, ...
Carelessly coiffed, with sash half slipping downCravat mis-tied, and tassels left to stream,I walked haphazard through the early town,Teased with ...
Panels of claret and blue which shine Under the moon like lees of wine. A coronet done in a golden ...
When I am tired of earnest men, Intense and keen and sharp and clever, Pursuing fame with brush or pen ...
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale, In which (though true, decorum must prevail), The subject from a picture shall ...
If I shouldn't be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb. If I ...
IN Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men, And proper young lasses and a', man; But ken ye the ...
WEE Willie Gray, and his leather wallet, Peel a willow wand to be him boots and jacket; The rose upon ...
When Ironbark the turtle came to Anthony's lagoon The hills were hid behind a mist of equinoctal rain, The ripple ...
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