Rabbits (C J Dennis Poems)
Ar! Gimme fights wiv foeman I kin see, To upper-cut an' wallop on the jor.Life in a burrer ain't no ...
Ar! Gimme fights wiv foeman I kin see, To upper-cut an' wallop on the jor.Life in a burrer ain't no ...
If I'd 'a' played me Jack on that there Ten Sez Peter Begg, "I might 'a' made the lot.""'Ow could ...
Peter the 'Ermit was a 'oly bloke, The parson sez, "wot chivvied coves to war." "Too right," I ...
He had a genius, some old chap:Found a way of boilingSoup with never a pill or slopWhile the kitchen's rolling.First, ...
Now, be the Hokey Fly! sez Peter Begg."Suppose 'e comes 'ome with a wooden leg. Suppose 'e isn't fit to ...
Beneath a lamp in Spring-street, on a recent calm spring night,I came unwittingly upon a most pathetic sight;A sorry spectacle ...
A wild-bear chace, didst never see? Then hast thou lived in vain.Thy richest bump of glorious glee, Lies ...
Of whispering trees the tongues to hear,And sermons of the silent stone;To read in brooks the print so clearOf motion, ...
to make everything clearlive backwards take walks in the woodstearing hairwhen you recognize firein a lamp a stovesay wherefore you ...
First MovementThin-voiced, nasal pipesDrawing sound out and outUntil it is a screeching thread,Sharp and cutting, sharp and cutting,It hurts.Whee-e-e!Bump! Bump! ...
SO, dear Fred, you're not content Though I quote the books you lent, And I've kept that spray you sent ...
Old Ben, the pensioner, is going down to die.Huddled in the mail-car, he turns a wistful eyeOn this familiar forest ...
There was a bear — his name was Jim,An' children weren't askeered of him,An' he lived in a cave, where ...
OH Mother Linden, hold me fast,I tremble in the vernal blast,Lest, with its ice-drops cold and keen,It rend my new-made ...
Who, when reveilles hateful blareUnknits my "ravelled sleeve of care,"Growls at me like a wounded bear?The Sergeant !And when at ...
First Movement Thin-voiced, nasal pipes Drawing sound out and out Until it is a screeching thread, Sharp and cutting, sharp ...
Across the stony ridges, Across the rolling plain, Young Harry Dale, the drover, Comes riding home again. And well his ...
[To the memory of an excellent and beautiful girl of 17, belonging to the village of Brienen, who perished on ...
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...
Here come my night thoughts On crutches, Returning from studying the heavens. What they thought about Stayed the same, Stayed ...
from St. Ambrose He fears the tiger standing in his way. The tiger takes its time, it smiles and growls. ...
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