The Popular Song (Joseph C Lincoln Poems)
I never was naturally vicious; My spirit was lamb-like and mild;I never was bad or malicious; I loved with the trust of ...
I never was naturally vicious; My spirit was lamb-like and mild;I never was bad or malicious; I loved with the trust of ...
The wing of my spirit is broken, My day-star of hope has declined;For a month not a word have I spoken That's ...
No matter where they lived the same dream cameOf the invisible landlady whose voiceQuickened the air with a dark flameThe ...
SUDDENLY to become John Benbow, walking down William StreetWith a tin trunk and a five-pound note, looking for a place ...
To the sagging wharffew ships could come.The population numberedtwo giants, an idiot, a dwarf,a gentle storekeeperasleep behind his counter,and our ...
Thought, passing by that night,how poverty was dullwhere charity imposedtoo much on unfree will.The house condemned could rotsure dividends a ...
I.She stood at Greenwich, motionless amid The ever-shifting crowd of passengers.I marked a big tear quivering on the lid Of ...
I am a decay'd macaroni, My lodging's up three pair of stairs; My cheeks are grown wondrously bony, And grey, ...
The forest ended. Glad I wasTo feel the light, and hear the humOf bees, and smell the drying grassAnd the ...
From the village of Leslie, with a heart full of glee, And my pack on my shoulders, I rambled ...
Air — "Landlady, count the lawin."O weel's me on my ain man!My ain man, my ain man;O, weel's me on ...
He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago, And his shingle bore the legend `Peter Anderson and Co.', ...
Old Deuteronomy's lived a long time; He's a Cat who has lived many lives in succession. He was famous in ...
It pricks the arms like poison, knowing that some things, once chosen, are yours and that meanwhile the night comes ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
This is the lair of the landlady She is a raw voice loose in the rooms beneath me. the continuous ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
Much wine had passed, with grave discourse Of who fucks who, and who does worse (Such as you usually do ...
When I went to the city, Mary McNeely, I meant to return for you, yes I did. But Laura, my ...
My very good landlady, Mistress Van Kleeck, (For the tears that o'erwhelm me I scarcely can speak) I know that ...
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