Sic Transit . . . (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Bundy and son In days that are doneUsed to ...
Bundy and son In days that are doneUsed to ...
Romance goes out of everything in these days of ill grace,And even old John Barleycorn grows "standardised" apace;Once henchman of ...
We have heard of the mythical lands of the East And of caliphs and sultans galore;Of Haroun al Raschid, of ...
The cowboy ain't no dandyWhen it comes to wearin' clo'es;But when he trails to the city,He'll go as other folks ...
I DON'T get much attention now, Although I'm not complaining; I'm forced to get on anyhow, Another king is reigning. ...
If ever you've heard it ringing, wild from the mast and clear,If you've seen the watches running, their faces blanched ...
The Passionate Householder to his LoveCome, live with us and be our cook,And we will all the whimsies brookThat German, ...
The sodden slopes are turnin' greenWhere grassy shoots are peepin' out'The purtiest site you ever seen--It makes a cowman want ...
When father couldn't wear them mother cut them down for me;She took the slack in fore and aft, and hemmed ...
They may be duds or they may be drones, Or legislators heaven-sent;But the A.L.P. for all atones When it gets ...
She sweeps with many-colored brooms,And leaves the shreds behind;Oh, housewife in the evening west,Come back, and dust the pond!You dropped ...
All day long they come and go-- Pittypat and Tippytoe; Footprints up and down the hall, Playthings scattered on the ...
When Sam Small retired from the Army He'd a pension of ninepence a day, And seven pounds fourteen and twopence ...
She sweeps with many-colored Brooms -- And leaves the Shreds behind -- Oh Housewife in the Evening West -- Come ...
Deprived of his enemy, shrugged to a standstill horrible Henry, foaming. Fan their way toward him who will in the ...
"O CAM ye here the fight to shun, Or herd the sheep wi' me, man? Or were ye at the ...
LONG life, my Lord, an' health be yours, Unskaithed by hunger'd Highland boors; Lord grant me nae duddie, desperate beggar, ...
O THOU! whatever title suit thee- Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Clos'd ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
I often wonder how Life clicks because They don't make women now Like Mammy was. When broods of two or ...
Oh how I'd be gay and glad If a little house I had, Snuggled in a shady lot, With behind ...
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