Festus – XIII (Philip James Bailey Poems)
In one of earth'sHead cities, awaiting this, the effect unknown,Of evil, not, truly, all--wise, we towerlike rise;With eminent but indifferent ...
In one of earth'sHead cities, awaiting this, the effect unknown,Of evil, not, truly, all--wise, we towerlike rise;With eminent but indifferent ...
It is Christmas Day in the Workhouse,And the cold bare walls are brightWith garlands of green and holly,And the place ...
WE are two travellers, Roger and I. Roger 's my dog.-Come here, you scamp!Jump for the gentlemen,-mind your eye! Over the table,-look ...
Albeit wholly penniless,Prince Charming wasn't any lessConceited than a Croesusor a modern millionaire:Though often in necessity,No one would ever guess ...
Who's there? who's there? who was it triedTo force the entrance I've denied?An 'twere a friend, I'd gladly borne it,But ...
"Our poor and penniless brethren, dispersed over land and sea."--Masonic SentimentThey met in the festive hall, Lamps in their brightness shone,And ...
WHO bleeds in the desert, faint, naked, and torn,Left lonely to wait for the coming of morn?The last sigh from ...
'Again the sun is hot and high in heaven;The rustic sweats beneath the sultry ray;The idler seeks the shady walk; ...
Air — "When she cam' ben, she bobbit."The laird o' Cockpen, he's proud an' he's great,His mind is ta'en up ...
BETTER a pauper, penniless, asleep on the kindly sod -- Better a gipsy, houseless, but near to the heart of ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
The first will be last The first a peasant king homeless, without a place to lay his head Without a ...
My Reward for Being, was This. My premium -- My Bliss -- An Admiralty, less -- A Sceptre -- penniless ...
A World made penniless by that departure Of minor fabrics begs But sustenance is of the spirit The Gods but ...
--And yet this great wink of eternity, Of rimless floods, unfettered leewardings, Samite sheeted and processioned where Her undinal vast ...
Quarter to three: I wake again at the hour of his birth Thirty years ago and now he paces corridors ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
Nothing in life is alien to you: I was a penniless girl from Summum Who stepped from the morning train ...
I. My face resembles your face less and less each day. When I was young no one mistook whose child ...
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