Bobbie (C J Dennis Poems)
Gin you're gangin' doon the city Come next Sabbath afternoon,An' you'll catch a glimpse o' Tartan An' you'll hear a ...
Gin you're gangin' doon the city Come next Sabbath afternoon,An' you'll catch a glimpse o' Tartan An' you'll hear a ...
Once on a Time it by Chance came to pass, That a Man and his Son were leading an Ass. ...
Not by one measure mayst thou mete our love;For how should I be loved as I love thee?-I, graceless, joyless, ...
As Puritans they prominently wax,And none more kindly gives and takes hard knocks.Strong psalmic chanting, like to nasal cocks,They join ...
Along the graceless grass of townThey rake the rows of red and brown,Dead leaves, unlike the rows of hay,Delicate, neither ...
You will not look for beauty hereIn this form, graceless and uncouth;And yet the mountain of her fleshCovers the frame-work ...
Towery city and branchy between towers; Cuckoo-echoing, bell-swarmèd, lark-charmèd, rook-racked, river-rounded; The dapple-eared lily below thee; that country and town ...
Ponder my words, if so that any be Known guilty here of incivility; Let what is graceless, discomposed, and rude, ...
AS evening shaped I found me on a moor Which sight could scarce sustain: The black lean land, of featureless ...
I Once a fowler, young and artless, To the quiet greenwood came; Full of skill was he and heartless In ...
O God, whose favorable eye, The sin-sick soul revives, Holy and heavenly is the joy Thy shining presence gives. Not ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
she's young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pretty ...
AS Mailie, an' her lambs thegither, Was ae day nibbling on the tether, Upon her cloot she coost a hitch, ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
KILMARNOCK wabsters, fidge an' claw, An' pour your creeshie nations; An' ye wha leather rax an' draw, Of a' denominations; ...
A barefoot boy! I mark him at his play -- For May is here once more, and so is he, ...
In th' isle ...
WRITTEN FOR HIS MOTHER Dame du ciel, regents terrienne, Emperiere des infemaux palus.... Lady of Heaven and earth, and therewithal ...
I had a little Sorrow, Born of a little Sin, I found a room all damp with gloom And shut ...
Though better men may fear that trumpet's warning, I meet you, lady, on the Judgment morning, With golden hope my ...
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