The Birth Of The Land (Pat O Cotter Poems)
For a thousand years the Devil crouched On the white hot flags of hell:For a thousand years the Devil cursed The imps ...
For a thousand years the Devil crouched On the white hot flags of hell:For a thousand years the Devil cursed The imps ...
Withering and keen the winter comesWhile comfort flyes to close shut roomsAnd sees the snow in feathers passWinnowing by the ...
The silver fangs of the mighty axe, Bit to the blood of our giant boles;It smote our breasts and smote our ...
There wasn't two purtier farms in the stateThan the couple of which I'm about to relate;--Jinin' each other--belongin' to Brown,And ...
How do the winter moths survive when other moths die? What enables them to avoid freezing as they rest, and ...
An Actor sits in doubtful gloom,His stock-in-trade unfurled,In a damp funereal dressing-roomIn the Theatre Royal, World.He comes to town at ...
Noera, when sad FallHas grayed the fallow;Leaf-cramped the wood-brook's brawlIn pool and shallow;When, by the woodside, tallStands sere the mallow.Noera, ...
Short space shall be hereafterEre April brings the hourOf weeping and of laughter,Of sunshine and of shower,Of groaning and of ...
There's a crack in the city-down that sharp streetIn couples, and armed, tramp rozzers on beat.Like a joss, silhouetted across ...
When the housebreaking business is slackAnd cracksmen are finding it slowFor all the sea-siders are backAnd a great many more ...
Rings the shrill peal of dawn, gay ChanticleerThrice warning that the Day--star climbs on high,And pales his beam as Phebus' ...
"Cribs to be cracked!There are cribs to be cracked;And this is the spot to be camped on."(Oh! This is the ...
"The ridge is open to all moody weather: The bruisings of the blizzard leave it numb; From the scorched south ...
The hoof-beats sound, the harness clacks and clinks, The wagon rattles in the frosty air Along the level prairie road ...
133As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"And then reluctant turn -My flowers raise their pretty lips -Then put their nightgowns ...
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night" And then reluctant turn -- My flowers raise their pretty lips -- Then ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
Jean, death comes close to us all, flapping its awful wings at us and the gluey wings crawl up our ...
You've heard of Julot the apache, and Gigolette, his mome. . . . Montmartre was their hunting-ground, but Belville was ...
GIVE me your anathema. Speak new damnations on my head. The evening mist in the hills is soft. The boulders ...
Awake, of Muse, the echoes of a day Long past, the ghosts of mem'ries manifold -- Youth's memories that once ...
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