Your noble reign (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The man whose term we would remember as our longest, constant serving Head of State, besides the late Sir Robert ...
The man whose term we would remember as our longest, constant serving Head of State, besides the late Sir Robert ...
What a weekend, it certainly defied all the pundits' trends, the 'World Game' French were trashed by Versace and petulance, ...
Wind of the dead men's feet, Blow down the empty street Of this old city by the sea With news ...
Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode, The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road. ...
We shall not ask for the precious pearl of the Duke of Sui, nor for the priceless jade disk of ...
The first seen in the season Nitens et roboris expers Turget et insolida est: et spe delectat. - Ovid, Metam. ...
The day was wet, the rain fell souse Like jars of strawberry jam, a sound was heard in the ...
Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Furnish'd and burnish'd by Aldershot sun, What strenuous singles we played after tea, We ...
It's too nice a day to read a novel set in England. We're within inches of the perfect distance from ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
My mother has your shotgun. One man, wide in the mind, and tendoned like a grizzly, pried to his trigger-digit, ...
I. Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If our loves remain) In an English lane, By a cornfield-side ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
YOUR News and Review, sir. I've read through and through, sir, With little admiring or blaming; The Papers are barren ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Brighter shone the golden shadows; On the cool wind softly came The low, sweet tones of happy flowers, Singing little ...
He was the sort of man who wouldn't hurt a fly. Many flies are now alive while he is not. ...
NOW, Kennedy, if foot or horse E'er bring you in by Mauchlin corse, (Lord, man, there's lasses there wad force ...
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
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