The Handicap (C J Dennis Poems)
I think I should suit, for I've knowledge minute Of all tickets, time-tables, and trains;All speedings and slowings and comings ...
I think I should suit, for I've knowledge minute Of all tickets, time-tables, and trains;All speedings and slowings and comings ...
Down south there is a curio-shop Unknown to many men;Thereat do I intend to stop When I am south again;The ...
THEY nearly strike me dumb, And I tremble when they come Pit-a-pat: This palpitation means That these Boots are Geraldine's ...
Why, Love! I thought you were gay and fair, Merry of mien and debonair. What then means this brow so ...
The franklin he hath gone to roam, The franklin's maid she bides at home; But she is cold, and coy, ...
When I see these lovers trueExchanging looks so sweetlyBetween themselves, and a fewSweet glances, soft and gently,Stealing aside, with light ...
A Minstrel stands on a marble stair, Blown by the bright wind, debonair; Below lies the sea, a sapphire floor, ...
When I am tired of earnest men, Intense and keen and sharp and clever, Pursuing fame with brush or pen ...
To one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face ...
Since Reverend Doctors now declare That clerks and people must prepare To doubt if Adam ever were; To hold the ...
Down south there is a curio-shop Unknown to many men; Thereat do I intend to stop When I am south ...
A poet's cat, sedate and grave As poet well could wish to have, Was much addicted to inquire For nooks ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
The poet asks, and Phillis can't refuse To show th' obedience of the Infant muse. She knows the Quail of ...
THEE for my recitative! Thee in the driving storm, even as now-the snow-the winter-day declining; Thee in thy panoply, thy ...
Twin boys I bore, my joy, my care, My hope, my life they were to me; Their father, dashing, debonair, ...
Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever! Let the bell toll!- a saintly soul floats on the ...
Hence, loathed Melancholy, ............Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn ............'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights ...
How tall among her sisters, and how fair, -- How grave beyond her youth, yet debonair As dawn, 'mid wrinkled ...
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