At A Night Club (John Boynton Priestley Poems)
The young men shouted with the bandAnd pranced their partners across the floor,Yet when they had done, I saw them ...
The young men shouted with the bandAnd pranced their partners across the floor,Yet when they had done, I saw them ...
"Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound,We stumbled on a stationary voice,And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from the palace' ...
'Twas on the morning of that fateful day When Cyrus met on Thymbra's spacious plain The mighty host by wealthy ...
THE FROST-FIEND.Lemminkainen, reckless minstrel,Handsome hero, Kaukomieli,Hastens as the dawn is breaking,At the dawning of the morning,To the resting-place of vessels,To ...
All through the little prairie town'Mid dusty levels broad and brownI saw the Circus pacing on;I felt its vague barbaric ...
The summer season at Tyne DockHoisted my boyhood in a craneAbove the shaggy mining town,Above the slaghills and the rocks,Above ...
Whan Andrew frae Strathbogie gaedThe lift was lowerin dreary,The sun he wadna raise his heid,The win' blew laich and eerie.In's ...
All day she quiet lay, lost in a trance,The closing shadows all of her embracing…The madcap rain of summer frisked ...
With the hostile camp in skirmish Our men once were changing shot,Pranced the Delibash his charger 'Fore our ranks ...
(An interpretation of a Jewish face)You've inherited the great ram's features,The black-wooled one that bred with Jacob's herds.You found yourself ...
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of ...
Good Father!. 'Twas an eve in middle June, And war was waged anew By great Napoleon, who for years had ...
At break of day we rested, the contest of our wills declined to wrest the peace away and where the ...
'Although I'd lie lapped up in linen A deal I'd sweat and little earn If I should live as live ...
There is an inn, a merry old inn beneath an old grey hill, And there they brew a beer so ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
Last night, while I lay thinking here, some Whatifs crawled inside my ear and pranced and partied all night long ...
Oh, Mulligan's bar was the deuce of a place To drink, and to fight, and to gamble and race; The ...
Into her presence he gaily pranced, A very fat spark, and a bit advanced. With a Samson tread on the ...
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and ...
Sometimes I dip my pen and find the bottle full of fire, The salamanders flying forth I cannot but admire. ...
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