The Ghost, (Richard Harris Barham Poems)
There stands a City,-- neither large nor small,Its air and situation sweet and pretty;It matters very little -- if at ...
There stands a City,-- neither large nor small,Its air and situation sweet and pretty;It matters very little -- if at ...
My Lord Tomnoddy got up one day;It was half after two,He had nothing to do,So his Lordship rang for his ...
As I was saying . . . (No, thank you; I never take cream with my tea;Cows weren't allowed in ...
Spring winds that blowAs over leagues of myrtle-blooms and may;Bevies of spring clouds trooping slow,Like matrons heavy bosomed and aglowWith ...
Society has quite forsaken all her wicked courses,Which empties our police courts, and abolishes divorces.(Divorce is nearly obsolete in England.)No ...
IN times of peace, so clean and bright,And with a new-washed morning face,He walked Pall Mall, a goodly sight,The finished ...
There's a barrel-organ carolling across a golden street In the City as the sun sinks low; And the music's not ...
It was an Undergraduate, his years were scarce nineteen; Discretion's years and wisdom's teeth he plainly ne'er had seen; For ...
(_An epistle from a narrow-minded old gentleman to a young artist ofsuperior intellect and intense realism._)Your thoughts are for the ...
Napoleon made his Marshals out of mud,And Cromwell's Ironsides were mostly tanner,But nowadays our officers have blood,And lots of cash, ...
THE night was thick and hazy When the 'Piccadilly Daisy' Carried down the crew and captain in the ...
PICCADILLY! Shops, palaces, bustle, and breeze, The whirring of wheels, and the murmur of trees; By night or by day, ...
When grandma wished to keep her fruit Her apples she would takeAnd put them on a bed of straw ...
THE Sun tells to Trafalgar Square His old and radiant story, And touches in the young spring air ...
I hang about the streets all day, At night I hang about; I sleep a little when I may, But ...
Ye flags of Piccadilly, Where I posted up and down, And wished myself so often Well away from you and ...
The heavy mahogany door with its wrought-iron screen Shuts. And the sound is rich, sympathetic, discreet. The sun still shines ...
Oh, weren't they the fine boys! You never saw the beat of them, Singing all together with their throats bronze-bare; ...
To Dawson Town came Percy Brown from London on the Thames. A pane of glass was in his eye, and ...
'Twas in the year of 1897, and on the 22nd of June, Her Majesty's Diamond Jubilee in London caused a ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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