An Old Master (Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems)
We were cartin' lathes and palin's from the slopes of Mount St. Leonard,With our axles near the road-bed and the ...
We were cartin' lathes and palin's from the slopes of Mount St. Leonard,With our axles near the road-bed and the ...
My love is a Theosophist And reads the Ramayana;Her luncheon is a pot of tea, Her breakfast a banana.She says that matter ...
I have found such joy in simple things;A plain clean room, a nut-brown loaf of bread,A cup of milk, a ...
All the babies born that Tuesday,full of grace, went home by Thursdayexcept for one, my tiny girlwho rushed toward light ...
The letter I'm writing lying down is peeked in at by a chickenBeing PoorBeing poor, with a row of potted ...
(Begin breezily):In Lady Lusher's drawing-room, where float the strains of ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. Salutations of Bath, and an Adventure of Mr. B---n---r---d's in ...
A sight that gives me much distress Is George without his trousers,Garbed, scantily, in bathing dress Proscribed by saintly Wowsers,And ...
We were cartin' lathes and palin's from the slopes of Mount St. Leonard,With our axles near the road-bed and the ...
Come for the prizesAll are allotted, Leaving the ranks ofCut flowers and potted, ...
O man with a Position, prithee tell,How is't you mould your sal'ried life so well;Holding in lofty scorn that lowly ...
'Arry an' me is bits of sports; When the summer comes aroundWe gits our sweaters an' guns an' shorts An' ...
Wherever British drumbeats sound,Unending 'round the world; Wherever in some land new-found,Our starry flag's unfurled; Where'er the sun is known ...
I I would that folk forgot me quite, Forgot me quite! I would that I could shrink from sight, And ...
You've read of several kinds of Cat, And my opinion now is that You should need no interpreter To understand ...
The West Village by then was changing; before long the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge would have slipped into ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
That slim creek out of the sky the dried-blood western gum tree is all stir in its high reaches: its ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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