The Birds Of Cirencester (Francis Bret Harte Poems)
Did I ever tell you, my dears, the wayThat the birds of Cisseter--"Cisseter!" eh?Well "Ciren-cester"--one OUGHT to say,From "Castra," or ...
Did I ever tell you, my dears, the wayThat the birds of Cisseter--"Cisseter!" eh?Well "Ciren-cester"--one OUGHT to say,From "Castra," or ...
Tis true of courage I'm no mistressNo Boadicia nor ThalestrissNor shall I e'er be famed hereafterFor such a Soul as ...
The world was widowed by the death of Christ:Vainly its suffering soul for peace has soughtAnd found it not.For nothing, ...
THE night was thick and hazy When the 'Piccadilly Daisy' Carried down the crew and captain in the ...
Ships — they're all right, said Murphy, "for all you hear folks tell.There some shoves their bows under in a ...
When women once their dear Fourteen attain,They first our love and admiration gain;They mistresses are call'd, and now they find,That ...
'Tis but a sorry sort of praise to beA droll, the jester of each company,A raiser of loud laughter, a ...
When I was only a youngster,Sing: toodle doodlede ootlOle Kate would git her 'arf a pintAnd wouldn't' giv' a damn ...
Have at you, you Devils! My back's to this tree, For you're nothing so nice That the hind-side of me ...
And then a scholar said, "Speak of Talking." And he answered, saying: You talk when you cease to be at ...
IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring; As proof, Candaules' story we will bring; In folly's scenes the king was ...
Tis true of courage I'm no mistress No Boadicia nor Thalestriss Nor shall I e'er be famed hereafter For such ...
'Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock -- A short relief to have the wind Walk ...
High dormers are rising So sharp and surprising, And ponticum edges The driveways of gravel; Stone houses from ledges Look ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
I've fond anticipation of a day O'erfilled with pure diversion presently, For I must read a lady poesy The while ...
Hers was a lonely, shadowed lot; Or so the unperceiving thought, Who looked no deeper than her face, Devoid of ...
I I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
It was while we held our races -- Hurdles, sprints and steplechases -- Up in Dandaloo, That a crowd of ...
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