The Shepherds Calendar – July (John Clare Poems)
Daughter of pastoral smells and sightsAnd sultry days and dewy nightsJuly resumes her yearly placeWi her milking maiden faceRuddy and ...
Poems about jogs (16 Poems)
A Spiritual Manifestation (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
To-day the plant by Williams setIts summer bloom discloses;The wilding sweethrier of his prayersIs crowned with cultured roses.Once more the ...
A Disappointme (Joanna Baillie Poems)
On village green, whose smooth and well worn sod,Cross-path'd with every gossip's foot is trod;By cottage door where playful children ...
Song Of A Lighter (John Joy Bell Poems)
Some folk calls me a gabbart, they do, - My owner calls me a lighter.There's many a craft wi' a bigger ...
My Old Gray Nag (Joseph C Lincoln Poems)
When the farm work's done, at the set of sun, And the supper's cleared away,And Ma, she sits on the porch ...
Morning (Henry Reed Poems)
Look, my love, on the wall, and here, at this Eastern picture.How still its scene, and neither of sleep nor ...
Ha A Dead Donkey Towt A Lesson. (John Hartley Poems)
Some fowk choose one thing, some another, To grace ther prose or rhyme; Some sneerin say 'at tha'lot my brother, Maks me choose ...
A Riddle (#2) (Joanna Baillie Poems)
INSCRIB'D on many a learned page,In mystic characters and sage,Long time my first has stood;And though its golden age be ...
Cross-Roads (John Oxenham Poems)
Oft, as he jogs along the Winding-Way,Occasion comes for Every Man to say,--"This Road?--or That?" and as he chooses them,So ...
The I’d like to be…….. series (C J Dennis Poems)
The SailorI'd like to be a sailor - a sailor bold and bluff -Calling out, "Ship ahoy!" in manly tones ...
The Stockmen of Australia (Anonymous Oceania Poems)
The stockmen of Australia, what rowdy boys are they,They will curse and swear a hurricane if you come in their ...
Dogs (C J Dennis Poems)
I've never met a man who hated dogs....One meets with all sorts as through life he jogs -The mean ones, ...
Dooms-Day (George Herbert Poems)
Come away, Make no delay.Summon all the dust to ...
The Baker (C J Dennis Poems)
I'd like to be a baker, and come when morning breaks,Calling out, "Beeay-ko!" (that's the sound he makes) -Riding in ...
The Ballad Of The Drover (Henry Lawson Poem)
Across the stony ridges, Across the rolling plain, Young Harry Dale, the drover, Comes riding home again. And well his ...