Christmas Out Of Town (Anonymous British Poems)
For many a winter in Billiter LaneMy wife, Mrs. Brown, was ne'er heard to complain:At Christmas the family met there ...
For many a winter in Billiter LaneMy wife, Mrs. Brown, was ne'er heard to complain:At Christmas the family met there ...
Play that my knee was a calico mareSaddled and bridled for Bumpville;Leap to the back of this steed, if you ...
Though tall the oak, and firm its stem, Though far abroad its boughs are spread, Though high the poplar lifts ...
In the white moonlight, where the willow waves, He halfway gallops among the graves- A tiny ghost in the gloom ...
GAMARRA is a dainty steed, Strong, black, and of a noble breed, Full of fire, and full of bone, With ...
Bright thro' the valley gallops the brooklet; Over the welkin travels the cloud; ...
The plumed staff officer gallops Along the swaying line,That shakes as, beaten by hailstones, Shakes the loaded autumn vine;And the ...
WHENEVER you meet with a man from homeWho laughs at the falls and the fences here,Who tells you of crackers ...
Now from afar, along the plain, a cry —Is heard, a voice of terror rising high : All ! all ...
At centre, the Emperor, blue-yellow, in apotheosis,Gallops off, ramrod straight, on his fine gee-gee,Very happy - since everything he sees ...
Panels of claret and blue which shine Under the moon like lees of wine. A coronet done in a golden ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
WHO rides there so late through the night dark and drear? The father it is, with his infant so dear; ...
Play that my knee was a calico mare Saddled and bridled for Bumpville; Leap to the back of this steed, ...
Comrades, many a year and day Have fled since that glorious 9th of May When we made the charge at ...
Heavy and solemn, A cloudy column, Through the green plain they marching came! Measure less spread, like a table dread, ...
UP with the sun, the breeze arose, Across the talking corn she goes, And smooth she rustles far and wide ...
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I ...
My son, if you go to the races to battle with Ikey and Mo, Remember, it's seldom the pigeon can ...
Leaning into the afternoons, I cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes. There, in the highest blaze my solitude ...
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