A Radical War Song (Thomas Babbington Macaulay Poems)
Awake, arise, the hour is come,For rows and revolutions;There's no receipt like pike and drumFor crazy constitutions.Close, close the shop! ...
Awake, arise, the hour is come,For rows and revolutions;There's no receipt like pike and drumFor crazy constitutions.Close, close the shop! ...
On this tiny globeA few flies dash themselves against the wall,Humming without cease,Sometimes shrilling,Sometimes moaning.Ants on the locust tree assume ...
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
NEXT, to a graver tribe we turn our view,And yield the praise to worth and science due,But this with serious ...
Ar! Gimme fights wiv foeman I kin see, To upper-cut an' wallop on the jor.Life in a burrer ain't no ...
Once upon a recent even, as I lay in fitful slumber,Weaving dreams and seeing visions vague and utterly absurd,Suddenly I ...
If A veteran author had wished to engage Our assistance to-day, for a speech from the stage, We ...
Ses Cullen, the cockie, he ses to me:"Now, I puts it to you in this way:If a feller....(Woah, Ginger! Come ...
He was obviously English, in his Harris tweeds and stockings.And his accent was of Oxford, and his swagger and his ...
Various the toils which fields so large demand! We choose the seed; we take our tools in hand. In winter ...
I'm cherishing a secret in my bosomAbout the dreadful stage-life that I leadI've heard it said that Pro's are decent ...
I reckon (said Dad) that the country's pestsIs this here wireless an' these here Tests.Up to the house and around ...
It is right interestin' how hosses flight flies.They stand so both tails protect both pair of eyes.They git close together, ...
Behold how weak and faded they appear!They have no strength or beauty. Thus the pale Untended roses in some lonely ...
I have no silver-saddled horse to ride, no inheritance to live on, neither riches no real-estate -- a pot of ...
I was six when I first saw kittens drown. Dan Taggart pitched them, 'the scraggy wee shits', Into a bucket; ...
Up rode the white horse, From somewhere far below; Prideful, full of power, And charming as a doe. ***** The ...
What must she have thought, when she reached into my jeans pocket before laundry and found a muskrat paw I ...
You could see the signs which said that possums came at night and fed upon this tree, they left their ...
Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation! Wherever they can come With clankum and blankum ...
"What! still those two infernal questions, That with our meals our slumbers mix -- That spoil our tempers and digestions ...
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