The Fret Of Father Carty (Joseph Ignatius Constantine Clarke Poems)
"Oh, wasn't he hard on poor sinners this mornin'?And his voice, begor! was no silver-tone fluteWhen he gave us," said ...
"Oh, wasn't he hard on poor sinners this mornin'?And his voice, begor! was no silver-tone fluteWhen he gave us," said ...
When Twilight her soft robe of shadow spreads down. And hushed is the roar and the din,When Evening is cooling the ...
I'm Professor McCann; I'm the memory man.I've a memory no-one would suspect.I remember things you've all forgottenAnd remember what I ...
There lived in ancient Scribbletown a wise old writer-man, Whose name was Homer Cicero Demosthenes McCann. He'd written treatises and ...
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