The Stoush O’ Day (C J Dennis Poems)
Ar, these is 'appy days! An' 'ow they've flown - Flown like the smoke of some inchanted fag;Since dear Doreen, ...
Ar, these is 'appy days! An' 'ow they've flown - Flown like the smoke of some inchanted fag;Since dear Doreen, ...
Rouse ye, Yankees, from your dreaming! See that vessel, strong and bold, On her banner proudly streaming, ...
Rouse ye, Yankees, from your dreaming! See that vessel, strong and bold, On her banner ...
Nay, why do foolish politicians strive To win a fleeting popularity?In vain, in vain, they jealously contrive To turn the ...
Country blokes is kind, he said, And sat upon his swag(I had no pipe tobacco, So he said he'd "risk ...
Dame Charity one day was tiredWith nursing of her children three,-So might you beIf you had nursed and nursed so ...
We have heard of the mythical lands of the East And of caliphs and sultans galore;Of Haroun al Raschid, of ...
I want my boy to love his home, His Mother, yes, and me:I want him, wheresoe'er he'll roam, With us ...
Not upon the crowded beaches Where the sun beats fierce and hot;Not upon the river reaches In a ...
There they stand, on their ends, the fifty fag gotsThat once were underwood of hazel and ashIn Jenny Pink's copse. ...
The sun was in the summer grass,the Coolibahs* were twisted steel;the stockman paused beneath their shadeand sat upon his heel,and ...
I never had noticed it until'Twas gone, - the narrow copseWhere now the woodman lopsThe last of the willows with ...
"Tout aux tavernes et aux filles." Suppose you screeve? or go cheap-jack? Or fake the broads? or fig a nag? ...
IN Eastern climes, by means considered new; The Mount's old-man, with terrors would pursue; His large domains howe'er were not ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
"Ye shall hear of wars and rumors of wars; see that ye not be troubles; all these things must come ...
When first I left Blighty they gave me a bay'nit And told me it 'ad to be smothered wiv gore; ...
Humping it here in the dug-out, Sucking me black dudeen, I'd like to say in a general way, There's nothing ...
Tramp, tramp, the grim road, the road from Mons to Wipers (I've 'ammered out this ditty with me bruised and ...
Is it not strange? A year ago to-day, With scarce a thought beyond the hum-drum round, I did my decent ...
Three men I saw beside a bar, Regarding o'er their bottle, A frog who smoked a rank cigar They'd jammed ...
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