Jack Corrigan (Barcroft Henry Boake Poems)
It's my shout this time, boys, so come along and breast the ...
It's my shout this time, boys, so come along and breast the ...
You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler ...
Our Skeeta was married, our Skeeta! the tomboy and pet of the ...
Turn out, boys! — "What's up with our super. to-night? The man's mad — Two hours to daybreak I'd swear ...
Babs Malone Now the squatters and the cockies, Shearers, trainers, and their jockeys Had gathered them together for a meeting ...
Why stone the crows! 'e sez. "I like 'er style, But alwiz, some'ow, women 'ave appearedSet fer to 'old me ...
Easter Monday in the city - Rattle, rattle, rumble, rush;Tom and Jerry, ...
Beautiful! Sir, you may say so. Thar isn't her match in the county;Is thar, old gal,--Chiquita, my darling, my beauty?Feel ...
PICCADILLY! Shops, palaces, bustle, and breeze, The whirring of wheels, and the murmur of trees; By night or by day, ...
An angry angel hurled from the heavenly heightDrumroll alarms onto the sombre earth,Hundreds of stars burnt out their light,Hundreds of ...
Ah tell me why you turn and fly, My little Thracian filly shy? Why ...
Storm and wave their tumult cease.See, the heav'nly galaxies,Fainter, even dimmerIs their golden glimmerAs the morningSoftly dawningOf the sun's wan ...
THE FAIRY TEMPLE; OR, OBERON'S CHAPEL DEDICATED TO MR JOHN MERRIFIELD, COUNSELLOR AT LAW RARE TEMPLES THOU HAST SEEN, I ...
When Sam Small retired from the Army He'd a pension of ninepence a day, And seven pounds fourteen and twopence ...
"Zipless sex" one cynic called this festival of fornication, this celebration of new-found sexual strength and urbane honesty, of sex ...
A GUID New-year I wish thee, Maggie! Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie: Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' ...
THOU, Liberty, thou art my theme; Not such as idle poets dream, Who trick thee up a heathen goddess That ...
HAIL, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie! Tho' fortune's road be rough an' hilly To every fiddling, rhyming billie, We never heed, But ...
HAS auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? Or great Mackinlay 1 thrawn his heel? Or Robertson 2 again grown weel, To ...
"He ought to be home," said the old man, "without there's something amiss. He only went to the Two-mile -- ...
You never heard tell of the story? Well, now, I can hardly believe! Never heard of the honour and glory ...
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