‘Ave a ‘eart! (C J Dennis Poems)
'Ere! 'Ave a 'eart! 'e sez. "Why, love a duck! A 'uman bein' ain't a choppin' block!There ain't no ...
'Ere! 'Ave a 'eart! 'e sez. "Why, love a duck! A 'uman bein' ain't a choppin' block!There ain't no ...
A TRUE STORYI I am a man who hath known trouble, O'Ruarc of the Lake. On my life's glass joy ...
Oh! Dreams are mysteries! The free born mindOwns not the fetters which the body wears,By sleep imposed. But starting from ...
1712 We count him wise,Timoleon, who in Syracuse laid down That gleaming bait of all men's eyes,And ...
CHORUSSince they are crumbling, turn on the radio,The streets, dogs, god's all assetsEPISODELoosens out of our hands, spills out everythingWe ...
I. By the sword of St. Michael The old dragon through;By David his sling ...
When April with her wild blue eye Comes dancing over the grass, And all the crimson buds so shy Peep ...
A bed sorrow-circled,And a pale dying daughter there, With lustreless eyeAnd tresses of tangled hair. With forehead that freezesThe kiss ...
1. Cogida and death At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
I HAVE loved; for the first time with passion I rave! I then was the servant, but now am the ...
THE mist is fast clearing. And radiant is heaven, Whilst AEolus loosens Our anguish-fraught bond. The zephyrs are sighing, Alert ...
THE bed of flowers Loosens amain, The beauteous snowdrops Droop o'er the plain. The crocus opens Its glowing bud, Like ...
My salt marsh -mine, I call it, because these day-hammered fields of dazzled horizontals undulate, summers, inside me and out- ...
To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream" Let not the deep cup be filled with rich, amber-colored wine; My mind ...
'Lay me in a cushioned chair; Carry me, ye four, With cushions here and cushions there, To see the world ...
A middle-northern March, now as always- gusts from the South broken against cold winds- but from under, as if a ...
The sea is never still. It pounds on the shore Restless as a young heart, Hunting. The sea speaks And ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
As in sleeping-drink spices softly she loosens in the liquid-clear mirror her fatigued demeanor; and she puts her smile deep ...
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