Old Town Types No. 6 – Flash Phil (C J Dennis Poems)
Still I've the picture of him -- Flash Phil Galloway; In a shining dog-cart driving down the road;Spanking ponies dashing ...
Still I've the picture of him -- Flash Phil Galloway; In a shining dog-cart driving down the road;Spanking ponies dashing ...
It was over at Coolgardie that a mining speculator,Who was going down the township just to make a bit o' ...
Bristling Billy the porcupine,A person that nobody liked,Sinking a shaft on an ant-bed mine,Came on a burrowing lizard's line,And the ...
O, calm and clear the liar liesWho writes reports on mines;Behold what knowledge deep and wiseHis legend intertwines.But ah, if ...
'Tis past! we breathe! assuaged at lengthThe flames that drank our vital strength!Smote with intolerable heatNo more our throbbing temples ...
The summer season at Tyne DockHoisted my boyhood in a craneAbove the shaggy mining town,Above the slaghills and the rocks,Above ...
Land of Forests, fleas and flies,Blighted hopes and blighted eyes,Art thou hell in earth's disguise,Westralia?Art thou some volcanic blastBy volcanoes ...
Far below us in a hollow Slumber'ing in the morning haze, Lay the quaint, old mining township, Relic of the ...
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy ...
Man, is the Sea your master? Sea, and is man your slave? - This is the song of brave men ...
[The following explanation is necessary, in order to make this ode in any way intelligible. The Poet is supposed to ...
Anything can be altered by the hand of man Nowhere on the planet is immune The trees were cut down ...
Daily the cortege of crumpled defunct cars goes by by the lasagna- layered flatbed truckload: hardtop reverting to tar smudge, ...
WHEN biting Boreas, fell and dour, Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r; When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r, Far south ...
O! What are you doing, And where are you going? Your ponies need shoeing! The River is flowing! O! Tra-la-la-lally ...
This is the song of the parson's son, as he squats in his shack alone, On the wild, weird nights, ...
I O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne, With harp of high majestic tone, To praise the King of kings; ...
Only a Leather Medal, hanging there on the wall, Dingy and frayed and faded, dusty and worn and old; Yet ...
It was over at Coolgardie that a mining speculator, Who was going down the township just to make a bit ...
If an inaudible whistle blown between our lips can send him home to us, then silence is perhaps the sound ...
I. EDWIN BOOTH An old actor at the Player's Club told me that Edwin Booth first impersonated Hamlet when a ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories