To Teachers of The Young (Janet Hamilton Poems)
Husbandman, for work prepareTender plants of promise fair;Rise! around thee everywhereLife's young spring-time claims thy care, Willing heart, and hand.Dig, manure, ...
Husbandman, for work prepareTender plants of promise fair;Rise! around thee everywhereLife's young spring-time claims thy care, Willing heart, and hand.Dig, manure, ...
O Lord, grant that in some wayit may rain every day,Say from about midnight until three o'clockin the morning,But, You ...
{TO THE Generous SUBSCRIBERS, &c}. The Author finding all Attempts prove vain,Those glittering Smiles from Fortune to obtain:That purblind Goddess ...
Bold is the Muse to leave her humble Cell, And sing to thee, who know'st to sing so well: Thee! ...
Tom Hill was in the saddle,One bright November morn,The echoing glades of Guiting WoodWere ringing with his horn.The diamonds of ...
Leah Sublime,Goddess above me!Snake of the slimeAlostrael, love me!Our master, the devilProspers the revel.Tread with your footMy heart til it ...
When I was a lad and went to seaIn Seventy-seven or six maybe,There was ten tall ships on MerseysideDid sail ...
of course, I may die in the next ten minutes and I'm ready for that but what I'm really worried ...
My bawdy spirit is innate - A legacy from my Dada - His crude jest bestowed on me The sparkle ...
The turntable hacked up a melancholy bluesThe air was heavy with dust and odorsSeveral zazous danced while holding to their ...
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul sledges of cordwood ...
Shall I get drunk or cut myself a piece of cake, a pasty Syrian with a few words of English ...
If you have nothing to say keep silent let Ezra Pound speak from the shadows the splendid old man from ...
Lamoni, Iowa The factory siren tells workers time to go home tells them the evening has begun. When living with ...
My lead dog Mike was like a bear; I reckon he was grizzly bred, For when he reared up in ...
Don't cheer, damn you! Don't cheer! Silence! Your bitterest tear Is fulsomely sweet to-day. . . . Down on your ...
Mother, among the dustbins and the manure I feel the measure of my humanity, an allure As of the presence ...
Nothing would sleep in that cellar, dank as a ditch, Bulbs broke out of boxes hunting for chinks in the ...
The sun is hotter than the top ledge in a steam bath; The ravine, crazed, is rampaging below. Spring -- ...
After a long day of work in my hot-houses Sleep was sweet, but if you sleep on your left side ...
This is a place on the way after the distances can no longer be kept straight here in this dark ...
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