How Deacon Fry Bought A “Duchess.” (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
It sorter skeer'd the neighbours round, For of all the 'tarnal set thet clutchesTheir dollars firm, he wus the boss; An' yet ...
It sorter skeer'd the neighbours round, For of all the 'tarnal set thet clutchesTheir dollars firm, he wus the boss; An' yet ...
For my people everywhere singing their slave songsrepeatedly: their dirges and their ditties and their bluesand jubilees, praying their prayers ...
I'm a century old and more to-day-- A ripe old age for a modern man,--Yet they who rocked my cradle, they ...
O Princess, form'd with every Grace,Fair Offspring of our Brunswick Race,In whom such various Charms are join'd,Beauty, Good--nature, Strength of ...
When plastered billboards scream with slogans'fight for your country, go to battle'When media's print assaults your senses,'Support our leaders' shrieks ...
My tailor's shears I scorned then; I strove for something higher:To edit news--live by the pen-- The pen that shall not tire!The ...
The bleak faced Winter, with his braggart winds(Coiled to his scrawny throat in tattered black),Posts down the highway of his ...
I.Faith, there's a hantle queer complaintsTo cheenge puir sinners into saints,An' mony divers ways o' deein'That doctors hae a chance ...
Late, late, in the October afternoon,The monks sat listening spellbound in the choir;The voice went ringing on, a lovely tune,A ...
(ADDRESSED TO CERTAIN FRIENDLY TRAMPS.)IThe wind is East, the wind is West,Blows in and out of haven;The wind that blows ...
There was fear and desolation over swarthy Egypt's land,From the holy city of the sun to hot Syen?'s sand;The sistrum ...
(For the Australian Labour Federation)FLING out the Flag! Let her flap and rise in the rush of the eager air,With ...
I've been dreamin',Of a randy, dandy clipper with her tops'ls set,Pitchin' heavy down the westin' with the leeches wet.Bill Newland, ...
A saint about to fall,The stained flats of heaven hit and razedTo the kissed kite hems of his shawl,On the ...
A much-discerning Public hold The Singer generally sings And prints and sells his past for gold. Whatever I may here ...
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack, Ye little men of little souls! And bid them huddle at your back ...
I There was a roaring in the wind all night; The rain came heavily and fell in floods; But now ...
Gawaine, aware again of Lancelot In the King's garden, coughed and followed him; Whereat he turned and stood with folded ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
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