Springbank (Hannah S Battersby Poems)
Dreaming before the cheerful fire, Cushioned in easy chair,Methought a troupe of fairies bright, So blithe and debonair,Trooped gaily in the dim ...
Dreaming before the cheerful fire, Cushioned in easy chair,Methought a troupe of fairies bright, So blithe and debonair,Trooped gaily in the dim ...
ICan they still live,Beckon and cryOver the yearsAfter they die,Bringing us tearsMeditative?IIThose we once setWith us abreast,Shielded and cherished,Are they ...
Riding in the Park, or down town shoppingAt the Matinee, or singing in the choirEverywhere a dazzling blaze of beautyBlinds ...
Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!Quenched youth, and is that thy ...
Young friend! . . . I tries to duck, but miss the bus. 'E sees me first, an' 'as ...
Strong extreme speed, that the brain hurries with, Further than trees, and hedges, and green grass Whitened by distance,-further than ...
Ho! says the Nation's purse is lean, Who fears for claim or bond or debt, When all the glories that ...
It was a railway passenger, And he lept out jauntilie."Now up and bear, thou stout porter, My two chattels to ...
I HAD found out a gift for my fair, I had found where the cave-men were laid; Skull, femur, and ...
What's in a glass of wine?There, set the glass where I can look within.Now listen to me, friend, while I ...
Field Marshal, few, and foolish, are the landsThat do not hail the baton in your hands.They labelled you a 'showman'. ...
WHERE is poor Jesus gone?He sits with Dives now,And his dogs flesh their teethOn Lazarus below.Where is poor Jesus gone?He ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
To be put on the train and kissed and given my ticket, Then the station slid backward, the shops and ...
Botticelli grinned with egg tempera congealed at the hinge of his lips Velasquez licked shine from an aubergine blackened in ...
What is he buzzing in my ears? "Now that I come to die, Do I view the world as a ...
I Laugh at Life: its antics make for me a giddy games, Where only foolish fellows take themselves with solemn ...
Our hero was a Tommy with a conscience free from care, And such an open countenance that when he breathed ...
On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few, And men of religion are scanty, On a road never cross'd ...
On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few, And men of religion are scanty, On a road never cross'd ...
Inside Ayers Rock is lit with paired fluorescent lights on steel pillars supporting the ceiling of haze-blue marquee cloth high ...
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