In the Height of Fashion (Henry Lawson Poems)
SO at last a toll they'll levy For the passing fool who sings-Take the harp grown dull and heavy (With the dried ...
Poems about doggerel (13 Poems)
The Gumsucker’s Dirge (Joseph Furphy Poems)
Sing the evil days we see, and the worse that are to be,In such doggerel as dejection will allow,We are ...
A Psalm Of Fortitude (Joseph Furphy Poems)
Are you, like me, a peevish brat,With feelings extra-fine?Are you disposed to whip the catWhen misadventure lays your flat?Then paste ...
Judge Field A Poet, And “Botany Bay Flowers.” (John Dunmore Lang Poems)
'Tis strange to live a year or two in SydneyAnd get acquaint with all its Nonpareils;To dine with people of ...
At Shakespeare’s Grave (Irving Browne Poems)
DISMISS your apprehension, pseudo bard, For no one wishes to disturb these stones,Nor cares if here or in the outer yard They ...
A Departing Dirge (Harry Breaker Morant Poems)
Girls in town and boys out back,I've rolled up my little pack,And on june's chill wintry galesSail from pleasant New ...
To A. M. G. (Jan Struther Poems)
Whose thoughtfulness provides the soilWherein a poet's restless toilMay raise, through drought and frost and showers,His kittle and refractory flowers:For ...
Sotweed redivivus (Benjamin Colman Poems)
{TO THE Generous SUBSCRIBERS, &c}. The Author finding all Attempts prove vain,Those glittering Smiles from Fortune to obtain:That purblind Goddess ...
I Remember, I Remember (Philip Larkin Poem)
Coming up England by a different line For once, early in the cold new year, We stopped, and, watching men ...
Dead thoughts of corpses (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The symbols that we use are T shirts of the dead thoughts of corpses without heads, a rictus without sound ...
Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror (John Ashbery Poem)
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Pavement Poet (Robert William Service Poems)
God's truth! these be the bitter times. In vain I sing my sheaf of rhymes, And hold my battered hat ...
Spring Comes To Murray Hill (Ogden Nash Poems)
I sit in an office at 244 Madison Avenue And say to myself You have a responsible job havenue? Why ...