Book Contents: Moods Of Ginger Mick (C J Dennis Poems)
MOODS OF GINGER MICKThis book was dedicated to "THE BOYS WHO TOOK THE ...
MOODS OF GINGER MICKThis book was dedicated to "THE BOYS WHO TOOK THE ...
SUMMER passed by, and Autumn; Winter came With grey cold days and black unpitying nights, And many children gathered round ...
I don't mind kings and dukes and things; I don't mind wigs or maces;I don't mind crowns or robes or ...
Three young girls in friendship met;Mary, Martha, Margaret.Margaret was tall and fair,Martha shorter by a hair;If the first excelled in ...
Beneath a lamp in Spring-street, on a recent calm spring night,I came unwittingly upon a most pathetic sight;A sorry spectacle ...
Grey thrush was in the wattle tree, an', "Oh, you pretty dear!"He says in his allurin' way; an' I remarks, ...
You, O the piteous you!Who all the long night throughAnticipatedlyDisclose yourself to meAlready in the waysBeyond our human comfortable days;How ...
There's a dear little home in Good-Children street -My heart turneth fondly to-dayWhere tinkle of tongues and patter of feetMake ...
I.—TO MISTRESS BARBARAThere were three cavaliers, all handsome and true,On Valentine's day came a maiden to woo,And quoth to your ...
The success of the Scout movement throughout the whole world has been amply proven by the present triumphant gathering in ...
At least it wasn't your fault I hear them console When they come back, the few that will come back. ...
When I was a child, I thought, Casually, that solitude Never needed to be sought. Something everybody had, Like nakedness, ...
I.--TO MISTRESS BARBARA There were three cavaliers, all handsome and true, On Valentine's day came a maiden to woo, And ...
There's a dear little home in Good-Children street - My heart turneth fondly to-day Where tinkle of tongues and patter ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
You were forever finding some new play. So when I saw you down on hands and knees I the meadow, ...
I to the open road, You to the hunchbacked street - Which of us two Shall the earlier rue That ...
I to the open road, You to the hunchbacked street - Which of us two Shall the earlier rue That ...
It is later than late, the simmered down darkness of the jukebox hour. The hour of drunkenness and cigarettes. The ...
My life is like a music-hall, Where, in the impotence of rage, Chained by enchantment to my stall, I see ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
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