My Curate’s Motor Bike (John O Brien Poems)
Before the lad invested we had comfort here indeed;Our lives were as an open book, and he who ran might ...
Before the lad invested we had comfort here indeed;Our lives were as an open book, and he who ran might ...
Without the slightest basis For hypochondriasis A widow had forebodings which a cloud around her flung, And with expression cynical For half the day a ...
'TWAS three an' thirty year ago,I When I was ruther young, you know,I had my last an' only fightAbout a ...
IIn a detachment cool as the glint of lighton wet roads through wet spruce, or iced mountainshailed from the sea ...
A man that's spent years knocking round "out in front" Has most usually had lots of pals--He's mixed up with pardners ...
I seldom get to hatin' men, nor had much cause to hate;To me, it just a foolish game to play, ...
Dearest!You know you ever ARE the nearestTo my fond heart.Joking apart,I swear, by all the silly stars above you,Darling, I ...
Oh, he was old and he was spare;His bushy whiskers and his hairWere all fussed up and very greyHe said ...
She poured the tea. Vaguely I watched her hands.The mask was fitted: in my wandering dreamWere boulder-broken valleys, a strange ...
HIM!He dressed hisself from top ter toeTo beat the lates' fash'n.He give his boots a extry glow,His dicky glistered like ...
If you danced from midnight to six A.M. who would understand? The runaway boy who chucks it all to live ...
1. Mother, my Mary Gray, once resident of Gloucester and Essex County, a photostat of your will arrived in the ...
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