The Chantey Of The Cook (dithyramb of a discontented crew) (Harry Kemp Poems)
The Devil take the cook, that old grey-bearded fellow,Yo ho, haul away!Who feeds us odds and ends and biscuits whiskered ...
The Devil take the cook, that old grey-bearded fellow,Yo ho, haul away!Who feeds us odds and ends and biscuits whiskered ...
As Death was a-riding out one day,Across Mount Carmel he took his way,Where he met a mendicant monk,Some three or ...
Good-night to the Season!-the ragesLed off by the chiefs of the throng,The Lady Matilda's new pages,The Lady Eliza's new song;Miss ...
Now, a man in OodnadattaHe grew fat, and he grew fatter,Though he hardly had a thing to eat for dinner;While ...
In those old days which poets say were golden — (Perhaps they laid the gilding on ...
I wish I was in de land ob cotton, Old times dar am not forgotten; ...
I.I say! hey! cousin there! I mustn't call you brother!Yet you have a tail behind, and I have another!You pull, ...
In the street of the thousand lanternsThe East of Limehouse ReachLived a bland Chinee, who loved the seaFor he was ...
Oh! wind that whistles o'er thorns and thistles, Of this fruitful earth like a goblin elf;Why should he labour to ...
In prison, when the sun was up,Each "reb" licked clean his plate and cup,And not a scrap left for our ...
'Unreasonable' Poles, why do you falter?Be sensible—be realistic, pray.Yours are the only frontiers that must alter:You are the one crusader ...
Now, a man in OodnadattaHe grew fat, and he grew fatter, Though he hardly had a thing to eat for ...
To her friends said the Bright one in chatter,"I have learned something new about matter: My speed was so great, ...
Despite the noon sun shimmering on Court Street, each day I leave my desk, and window-shop, waste time, and use ...
I'll tell thee everything I can: There's little to relate. I saw an aged aged man, A-sitting on a gate. ...
'Haddock's Eyes' or 'The Aged Aged Man' or 'Ways and Means' or 'A-Sitting On A Gate' I'll tell thee everything ...
I'll tell thee everything I can; There's little to relate. I saw an aged aged man, A-sitting on a gate. ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
I sat on cushioned otter-skin: My word was law from Ith to Emain, And shook at Inver Amergin The hearts ...
He's yonder, on the terrace of the Cafe de la Paix, The little wizened Spanish man, I see him every ...
Back, in my fifties, fatter that I was then, I step on the sand, belch down slight horror to walk ...
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