Our Town Awakes (C J Dennis Poems)
Six o'clock. From the railway yard The engine toots; careering hard, A milk-cart rattles by and stops; ...
Six o'clock. From the railway yard The engine toots; careering hard, A milk-cart rattles by and stops; ...
Three hills lead on to Lilydale, Where runs the White Horse Road.Three slopes dip down into the vale --The placid ...
HE 'S worth a million dollars and you think he should be glad,Because you want for money you believe he ...
When the road it is rough and the sun it is strong,And the miles of the country seem long and ...
In memory of S. B. V., 1834-1909... so what the lame four-poster gathered hereBetween the lips of stale and seasoned ...
Why do they come? What do they seekWho build but never read their GreekThe classic stillness of a poolBeleaguered in ...
The stranger walks into the dark room where the two men sit at the table and talk of travel. The ...
How empty seems the town now you are gone! A wilderness of sad streets, where gaunt walls Hide nothing to ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
At last you yielded up the album, which Once open, sent me distracted. All your ages Matt and glossy on ...
There's many a schoolboy's bat and ball that are gathering dust at home, For he hears a voice in the ...
this might be the swan song i have traveled beyond misty mountains spilled my seed on the hungry rock hallowed ...
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
I lived among great houses, Riches drove out rank, Base drove out the better blood, And mind and body shrank. ...
NAPOLEON shifted, Restless in the old sarcophagus And murmured to a watchguard: "Who goes there?" "Twenty-one million men, Soldiers, armies, ...
LEGS hold a torso away from the earth. And a regular high poem of legs is here. Powers of bone ...
IN the old wars drum of hoofs and the beat of shod feet. In the new wars hum of motors ...
To the Williamson Brothers HIGH noon. White sun flashes on the Michigan Avenue asphalt. Drum of hoofs and whirr of ...
THEY have taken the ball of earth and made it a little thing. They were held to the land and ...
Into her presence he gaily pranced, A very fat spark, and a bit advanced. With a Samson tread on the ...
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