Omar Dead (E J Rupert Atkinson Poems)
FROM the squat tavern laughing to the eastHe turned; within the murmuring babbleceas'd;And red wine split on scattered roses thereExhaled ...
FROM the squat tavern laughing to the eastHe turned; within the murmuring babbleceas'd;And red wine split on scattered roses thereExhaled ...
'Ere! 'Ave a 'eart! 'e sez. "Why, love a duck! A 'uman bein' ain't a choppin' block!There ain't no ...
Peter the 'Ermit was a 'oly bloke, The parson sez, "wot chivvied coves to war." "Too right," I ...
WHERE IS SEEN A YOUNG MAIDEN, DEAD, IN THE ACT OF DEPARTING,TAKING LEAVE OF HER FAMILY. Where goest thou? Who ...
We were a baker's dozen in the house—six women and six menBesides myself; and all of us had knownThose benefits ...
IN summer, eighteen fifty-eight, A ship sailed out from Aberdeen; A gilded pet for summer state The little Fox had ...
The moon rides high in a starry sky,And, through the midnight gloom,A faery scene of woodland greenHer silver rays illume.Dark ...
Unless it was that day I never knewAmbition. After a night of frost, beforeThe March sun brightened and the South-west ...
IS there anything-- Nightingales that sing-- Violets in the spring-- As at first? Sun and moon arise, But our accustomed ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt, Help for an honourable clan sore trampled in the dirt! From ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
The Landing "Just the place for a Snark!" the Bellman cried, As he landed his crew with care; Supporting each ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
Thy days are done, thy fame begun; Thy country's strains record The triumphs of her chosen Son, The slaughter of ...
Spot of my youth! whose hoary branches sigh, Swept by the breeze that fans thy cloudless sky; Where now alone ...
As often as he let himself be seen We pitied him, or scorned him, or deplored The inscrutable profusion of ...
Since you remember Nimmo, and arrive At such a false and florid and far drawn Confusion of odd nonsense, I ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
We were schooner-rigged and rakish, with a long and lissome hull, And we flew the pretty colours of the crossbones ...
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