Nonsuited. (James Brunton Stephens Poems)
"DEAR RICHARD, come at once;" - so ran her letter;The letter of a married female friend:"She likes you both, and ...
"DEAR RICHARD, come at once;" - so ran her letter;The letter of a married female friend:"She likes you both, and ...
I can see it in my dreaming o'er a gap of thirty years,And the rattle of its boxes still is ...
DEEP in a solitary glen,Far from the cheerful haunts of men;By poverty opprest, and taughtThe lonely task of silent thought,A ...
Fallentis semita vit*. - Hor.Near a small village in the West,Where many very worthy peopleEat, drink, play whist, and do ...
FOR ARCHIE RUTLEDGEHere's a half-a-dozen flies,Just about the proper sizeFor the trout of Dickey's Run,-Luck go with them every one!Dainty ...
It is a pleasant thing to rhyme, Providing it but bring you money;But sweeter still to pass the time In ...
Oh, them days on Red Hoss Mountain, when the skies wuz fair 'nd blue,When the money flowed like likker, 'nd ...
Oh, for those days that had no doubt, When I, a simple village laddie,Sang with much glee the rhyme about ...
Close thy Byron; open thy Goethe. —CarlyleSome half-a-dozen years or so, When life had yet no crown of iron,I took ...
Pit his back against a chair, Let us see if he can gang,But be ready wi' your han' If he ...
She hauled through the dock-gates when morning was youngAnd chill on the water the river mist hung,And the chaps on ...
The people of Spain think CervantesEqual to half-a-dozen Dantes;An opinion resented most bitterlyBy the people of Italy.(Edmund Clerihew Bentley)
He perches in the slime, inert, Bedaubed with iridescent dirt. The oil upon the puddles dries To colours like a ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Beyond the Rocking Bridge it lies, the burg of evil fame, The huts where hive and swarm and thrive the ...
How grand the human race would be If every man would wear a kilt, A flirt of Tartan finery, Instead ...
Down along the Snakebite River, where the overlanders camp, Where the serpents are in millions, all of the most deadly ...
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