The Gypsy (Edward Thomas Poems)
A fortnight before Christmas Gypsies were everywhere:Vans were drawn up on wastes, women trailed to the fair.'My gentleman,' said one, ...
A fortnight before Christmas Gypsies were everywhere:Vans were drawn up on wastes, women trailed to the fair.'My gentleman,' said one, ...
Dear Boy --As it appears to us old fogeys -- If you'll excuse the term that we adopt --You and ...
We've got our foreign service boots — we've 'ad 'em 'alf a day;If it wasn't for the Adjudant I'd sling ...
O that a fortnight's Truce of God might sound!O that this land of eloquence and witIn the rich tones that ...
Cold wind of autumn, blowing loudAt dawn, a fortnight overdue,Jostling the doors, and tearing throughMy bedroom to rejoin the cloud,I ...
Ay, lay him 'neath the Simla pine -- A fortnight fully to be missed, Behold, we lose our fourth at ...
I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim -- Dick, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to ...
I've a head like a concertina: I've a tongue like a button-stick: I've a mouth like an old potato, and ...
I sing of the decline of Henry Clay Who loved a white girl of uncommon size. Although a small man ...
(an Incident of Froom Valley) "THY husband--poor, poor Heart!--is dead-- Dead, out by Moreford Rise; A bull escaped the barton-shed, ...
A lantern light from deeper in the barn Shone on a man and woman in the door And threw their ...
It were after the Battle of Crecy- The foe all lay dead on the ground- And King Edward went out ...
Albert were what you'd call "thwarted". He had long had an ambition, which... Were to save up and go to ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Once I seen a human ruin In a elevator-well. And his members was bestrewin' All the place where he had ...
Noises from underground made gibber some others collected & dug henry up saying 'You are a sight.' Chilly, he muttered ...
LAST May, a braw wooer cam doun the lang glen, And sair wi' his love he did deave me; I ...
When Tom and I were married, we took a little flat; I had a taste for singing and playing and ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
Cold wind of autumn, blowing loud At dawn, a fortnight overdue, Jostling the doors, and tearing through My bedroom to ...
With the ladies' permission, most humbly I'd mention How much we're obliged by all their attention; We sink with the ...
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