Old Town Types No. 3 – Mrs Dibbs (C J Dennis Poems)
Mrs Dibbs, the washerwoman, coming down the street,Shabby old "elastic-sides" on her funny feet As she toddles by the pub, ...
Mrs Dibbs, the washerwoman, coming down the street,Shabby old "elastic-sides" on her funny feet As she toddles by the pub, ...
Now a sad farewell to the cable-tram, Staunch friend of the quieter days,That glided down thro' a leisured town Ere ...
Trouble brews along the border for the word has got around That blokes an' coves an' coots must mind their ...
Kilmore cares not who comes nigh.But, with a calm, incurious eye,She sees the swift cars speeding by, Then turns again ...
Borrowin' over the water; I've seen it all beforeRaisin' loans (said Old George Jones) Was a trick we learned of ...
There is a certain Yankee phrase I always have revered,Yet, somehow, in these modern days, It's almost disappeared;It was the ...
To Alfred Tennyson Poet! I come to touch thy lance with mine; Not as a knight, who on the listed ...
The Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay: "Our World is full of wickedness, My Children maim ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
to a friend No! those days are gone away And their hours are old and gray, And their minutes buried ...
Queer are the ways of a man I know: He comes and stands In a careworn craze, And looks at ...
Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the ...
"OH, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we! Each seated on his favourite post, We chumped ...
Remember the 1340's? We were doing a dance called the Catapult. You always wore brown, the color craze of the ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
O journeyer, deaf in the mould, insane with violent travel & death: consider me in my cast, your first son. ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
This is the song of the parson's son, as he squats in his shack alone, On the wild, weird nights, ...
'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze; He turned away the good old horse that served him ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
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