The Beggar And The Angel (Duncan Campbell Scott Poems)
An angel burdened with self-pityCame out of heaven to a modern city.He saw a beggar on the street,Where the tides ...
An angel burdened with self-pityCame out of heaven to a modern city.He saw a beggar on the street,Where the tides ...
1. Mender ARE there any as tender as the day with the night in its arms ...
There's an office back in London, and the dusty sunlight fallsWith its swarms of dancing motes across the floor,On the ...
I. THE PERSONIFIED SENTIMENTALAFFECTION'S charm no longer gilds The idol of the shrine;But cold Oblivion seeks to fill ...
The gipsy wife came to my door with pegs and brooms to sellThey make by many a roadside fire and ...
There's an office back in London, and the dusty sunlight falls With its swarms of dancing motes across the floor, ...
The dews are heavy on my brow; My breath comes hard and low;Yet, mother dear, grant one request, Before your ...
Market days it allus rains,An' yestreen it wur snowin',Varra awkward is our trainsWhen t'owd trap isn't goin'-But I did well, ...
Grotesque! we said, the moment we espied him,For there he stood, supreme in his conceit,With short ears close together and ...
Careful he sets his rabbit-nets all round; _Chang-chang_ his blows upon the pegs resound. Stalwart the man and bold! his ...
A little girl crouches with her little brotherNext to an overturned barrel of water.In rags, a beast of a person ...
The cloakroom pegs are empty now, And locked the classroom door, The hollow desks are lined with dust, And slow ...
Up attic, Lucas Harrison, God rest his frugal bones, once kept a tidy account by knifecut of some long-gone harvest. ...
We've got the cholerer in camp -- it's worse than forty fights; We're dyin' in the wilderness the same as ...
("Saint Proxed's ever was the Church for peace") If down here I chance to die, Solemnly I beg you take ...
A Pathetic Ballad Ben Battle was a soldier bold, And used to war's alarms; But a cannon-ball took off his ...
Slowing down though I had to go a game in the dining room cribbage begun Tentative turns picking my cards ...
KILMARNOCK wabsters, fidge an' claw, An' pour your creeshie nations; An' ye wha leather rax an' draw, Of a' denominations; ...
1 O TO make the most jubilant poem! Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of ...
I took a contract to bury the body of blasphemous Bill MacKie, Whenever, wherever or whatsoever the manner of death ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
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