An Old Master (Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems)
We were cartin' lathes and palin's from the slopes of Mount St. Leonard,With our axles near the road-bed and the ...
We were cartin' lathes and palin's from the slopes of Mount St. Leonard,With our axles near the road-bed and the ...
Wall, no! I can't tell whar he lives, Becase he don't live, you see;Leastways, he's got out of the habit Of livin' ...
I tell a tale o' burnin' love, A love they seldom tineWha ance ha'e nursed it in their hearts: It's no a ...
Jock M'Pherson was a person who was boastful in conversin',But respectable and ponderous and dignified withal!Con M'Carty was a party ...
Hae ye come to yer senses yet, Sammy, my man?For ye juist war rid-wud whan the war it began;Has the ...
Crawlin about like a snail in the mud,Covered wi clammy blae,ME, made after the image o' God -Jings! but it's ...
Ar! Gimme fights wiv foeman I kin see, To upper-cut an' wallop on the jor.Life in a burrer ain't no ...
'E wears perjarmer soots an' cleans 'is teeth, That's wot I reads. It fairly knocked me flat,"Me soljer cobber, be ...
See, I'm writin' to Mick as a bloke to a bloke - To a cobber o' mine at the front ...
So, they've struck their streak o' trouble, an' they got it in the neck,An' there's more than one ole pal ...
In Salthouse Dock as I did pass one day not long ago,I chanced to meet a sailorman that once I ...
I've seen so much uv dirt an' grime I'm mad to 'ave things clean.I've seen so much uv death," 'e ...
I've seen so much uv dirt an' grime I'm mad to 'ave things clean.I've seen so much uv death, ...
We were cartin' lathes and palin's from the slopes of Mount St. Leonard,With our axles near the road-bed and the ...
Tho' it sounds a trifle mystic, Somewhat vague and cabbalistic,When you come to analyse the ...
"Through two small windows sunshine slanted in To die upon the splintery schoolroom floor, While the October gusts whipped dirt ...
The pale young man he comes to me, An' chats me good an' fair;"The langwidge that you use," ses he, ...
I reckon (said Dad) that the country's pestsIs this here wireless an' these here Tests.Up to the house and around ...
You may talk o' your lutes and your dulcimers fine, Your harps and your tabors and cymbals and a', But ...
Missis Moriarty called last week, and says she to me, says she: "Sure the heart of me's broken entirely now ...
When a man gits on his uppers in a hard-pan sort of town, An' he ain't got nothin' comin' an' ...
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