Mr. Inkle to Mrs. Dinah Inkle, at Glocester Containing A slight Sketch of a travel'd Man--Continuation of the Ball--An Affair ...
SIR GEOFFREY met the white lady Upon his marriage morn, Her eyes were blue as cornflowers are, ...
O'Shea was a big railway ganger, clean-hearted, and clean-limbed and shy,With a glint of grey hair at his temples, and ...
It was in the high midsummer, and the sun was shining strong,And the lane was rather flinty, and the lane ...
To G. D. H.A BUNCH of lilacs ...
Oh, there's places up and down that are queer and quaint and pretty;Sydney's a pleasant port, Frisco's a giddy city;But ...
WE clutch our joys as children do their flowers; We look at them, but scarce believe them ours, Till our ...
Across the land came a magic word When the earth was bare and lonely,And I sit and sing ...
Grieve not the heart that loves thee!" In a ring I read this posy. Would thy gracious hand Might hold ...
Do you remember how at Airolo We went through fields in which wild lilies grew,With blue forget-me-nots and pansies pied, ...
You gave your love a posy and she set it on a stand, Where it freshly bloom'd and sweetly ...
Uncle Rob says:Once the daisies all were white,Till a baby fellowAte his supper down one night,And stained his face all ...
(For Katherine Bregy) I went to gather roses and twine them in a ring, For I would make a posy, ...
Oh King of grief! (a title strange, yet true, To thee of all kings only due) Oh King of wounds! ...
Two boys uncoached are tossing a poem together, Overhand, underhand, backhand, sleight of hand, everyhand, Teasing with attitudes, latitudes, interludes, ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
There lies the trail to Sunnydale, Amid the lure of laughter. Oh, how can we unhappy be Beneath its leafy ...
Three maids there were in meadow bright, The eldest less then seven; Their eyes were dancing with delight, And innocent ...
I'm gatherin' flowers by the wayside to lay on the grave of Bill; I've sneaked away from the billet, 'cause ...
I'm crawlin' out in the mangolds to bury wot's left o' Joe -- Joe, my pal, and a good un ...
These be two Countrywomen. What a size! Grand big arms And round red faces; Big substantial Sit-down-places; Great big bosoms ...
