Mixed Hockey (P G Wodehouse Poems)
You came down the field like a shaft from a bow;The vision remains with me yet.I hastened to check you: ...
You came down the field like a shaft from a bow;The vision remains with me yet.I hastened to check you: ...
SILENT old gateway! whose two columns stand Like simple monuments on either hand; No trellised iron-work, with pleasant view Of ...
See, I'm writin' to Mick as a bloke to a bloke - To a cobber o' mine at the front ...
And you are the poet, and so you want Something--what is it?--a theme, a fancy?Something or other the Muse won't ...
The women who went to the field, you say,The women who went to the field; and prayWhat did they go ...
Air — "Earl Marischal."When Royal pow'r was hunted down,And Cromwell bore the bell, sir, How safe and sound lay Scotland's ...
Listen, soldier, to the tale of the tender nightingale, 'Tis a charm that soon will ease your ...
In memory of S. B. V., 1834-1909... so what the lame four-poster gathered hereBetween the lips of stale and seasoned ...
Since morning I've been at a burial.I dressed this boy like an angeland took away his name. Cussed him outand ...
Nobody said Apples for nearly a minuteI thought I should die.Finally, though, the second sardine,from the end, on the left,converted ...
NOUGHT more accursed in war I know Than getting off scot-free; Inured to danger, on we go In constant victory; ...
Her four-year old voice a lint of curiosity her part in the game "Where are we going?" she inquired. Usually ...
Chorus.-The weary pund, the weary pund, The weary pund o' tow; I think my wife will end her life, Before ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
Hidden, oh hidden in the high fog the house we live in, beneath the magnetic rock, rain-, rainbow-ridden, where blood-black ...
She slides over the hot upholstery of her mother's car, this schoolgirl of fifteen who loves humming & swaying with ...
1 AN old man bending, I come, among new faces, Years looking backward, resuming, in answer to children, Come tell ...
1 FIRST, O songs, for a prelude, Lightly strike on the stretch'd tympanum, pride and joy in my city, How ...
My lead dog Mike was like a bear; I reckon he was grizzly bred, For when he reared up in ...
HE lived on the wings of storm. The ashes are in Chihuahua. Out of Ludlow and coal towns in Colorado ...
Childhood sleeps in a verandah room in an iron bed close to the wall where the winter over the railing ...
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