The Feast of The “Munches” (Janet Hamilton Poems)
I'm a lamiter, Girzie, or I wad hae beenAt the feast o' the mutches hauden yestreenIn the big City Ha'—the ...
I'm a lamiter, Girzie, or I wad hae beenAt the feast o' the mutches hauden yestreenIn the big City Ha'—the ...
The book was dull, its picturesAs leaden as its lore,But one glad, happy pictureMade up for all and more:'Twas that ...
Do you call me poor, you slugger,Won't posterity let me hug her,And won't she hug me back again?Isn't my penThe ...
Oh, the track through the scrub groweth ever more dreary, And lower and lower his grey head doth bow;For the swagman ...
(a) they seek to celebrate the word not to bring their knives out on a poem dissecting it to find ...
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye, Around about the wondrous days of yore, They came across a ...
is many a love-struck couple kissing and hugging with passion by the Margit híd; is a lone acquaintance of mine ...
O Sacred Muse, my lyre excuse! - My verse is vagrant singing; Rhyme I invoke for simple folk Of penny-wise ...
In the gay, gleamy morn I adore to go walking, And oh what sweet people I meet on my way! ...
DAME DOWSON, was a granny grey, Who, three score years and ten, Had pass'd her busy hours away, In talking ...
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