A Winter Day (Joanna Baillie Poems)
The cock, warm roosting 'midst his feather'd dames,Now lifts his beak and snuffs the morning air,Stretches his neck and claps ...
The cock, warm roosting 'midst his feather'd dames,Now lifts his beak and snuffs the morning air,Stretches his neck and claps ...
Christmass is come and every hearthMakes room to give him welcome nowEen want will dry its tears in mirthAnd crown ...
I had a dream this morning off Madeira,About my poem and its publication.Methought it was still-born, and I could hear ...
Non numero horas nisi serenasWhen Fall drowns morns in mist, it seemsIn soul I am a part of it;A portion ...
An'—wilt—yeh—take—this—woman—fer—to—be Yer—wedded—wife?— . . . O, strike me! Will I wot?Take 'er? Doreen? 'E stan's there arstin' me! As if ...
The conq'rin' 'ero! Me? Yes, I don't think. This mornin' when I catch the train fer 'ome,It's far more ...
There's nothing so exasperates a true Australian youth,Whatever be his rank in life, be he cultured or uncouth,As the manner ...
I - STARLIGHT With two bright eyes, my star, my love, Thou lookest on the stars above: Ah, would that ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
"The past is a bucket of ashes." 1 THE WOMAN named To-morrow sits with a hairpin in her teeth and ...
His fingers wake, and flutter up the bed. His eyes come open with a pull of will, Helped by the ...
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