The Pillar of the Church (John O Brien Poems)
Faith, 'tis good to see him comin' when the bell for Mass is flingin'Gladsome golden notes appealin' on the Sabbath-softened ...
Faith, 'tis good to see him comin' when the bell for Mass is flingin'Gladsome golden notes appealin' on the Sabbath-softened ...
No, Parson, 'tain't been in my style, (Nor none ov my relations)Tew dig about the gnarly roots Ov prophetic spekkleations,Tew see what ...
THERE's a memory keeps a-runnin'Through my weary head to-night,An' I see a picture dancin'In the fire-flames' ruddy-light;'Tis the picture of ...
W'EN de clouds is hangin' heavy in de sky,An' de win's 's a-taihin' moughty vig'rous by,I don' go a-sighin' all ...
STANDIN' at de winder,Feelin' kind o' glum,Listenin' to de raindropsPlay de kettle drum,Lookin' crost de meddersSwimmin' lak a sea;Lawd 'a' ...
Me an' the old road, goin' along together,The old road listenin'—talkin' through the leather.Friends? Why, we are cobbers, the old ...
I believe aar Maggie's coortin', For shoo dresses hersen so smart, An' shoo's allus runnin' to t' window ...
Last night, when I was listenin'Alone, to wind and rain,He took the chair beside me,Himself - come home again.His kind ...
There've been times we'd disagree Somethin' awful, Ma an' me; Times when I would bang the door Never to come ...
There is women, yer Worship, of various kinds: An' some of 'em's fluffy a' foolish,An' some is sispicious an' mean ...
I reckon (said Dad) that the country's pestsIs this here wireless an' these here Tests.Up to the house and around ...
WHEN I'se been by Tiber an' when I'se been by Seine,Listenin' theer messages, I lang to hear agenSecrets of home-watters, ...
The lawyer, are you? Well! I ain't got nothin' to say. Nothin'! I told the perlice I hadn't nothin'. They ...
Granny's come to our house, And ho! my lawzy-daisy! All the childern round the place Is ist a-runnin' crazy! Fetched ...
Jack would laugh an' joke all day; Never saw a lad so gay; Singin' like a medder lark, Loaded to ...
You may talk o' your lutes and your dulcimers fine, Your harps and your tabors and cymbals and a', But ...
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 ...
Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand miles away, (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?) Slung atween the round ...
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