Jones M.P. (C J Dennis Poems)
It was thus in the beginning: With a sporting chance of winning, Jones contested an election years ago.He was young, ...
It was thus in the beginning: With a sporting chance of winning, Jones contested an election years ago.He was young, ...
Now that the gods are dead-where shall we find us a god?Myths of the Greek Olympus have sunk in the ...
IO wonderful and wing?d flower,That hoverest in the garden-close,Finding, in mazes of the rose,The rapture of a summer hour !O ...
CVIKing Midas, walking through his realm of old, Moved not more grandly than did we today Across the buttercups that ...
CCXII cannot liken thee to any flower, As they of old, the master poets, chose From fancy's bed, to meetly ...
332There are two Ripenings-one-of sight-Whose forces Spheric windUntil the Velvet productDrop spicy to the ground-A homelier maturing-A process in the ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
Each of us complicit part of the problem growing an army of shoppers mercenaries versed, well armed and trainer, in ...
Nothing to say to all those marriages! She had made three herself to three of his. The score was even ...
There are two Ripenings -- one -- of sight -- Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy ...
I think that the Root of the Wind is Water -- It would not sound so deep Were it a ...
The Whale that wanders round the Pole Is not a table fish. You cannot bake or boil him whole Nor ...
Love her he doesn't but the thought he puts into that young woman would launch a national product complete with ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
A R I S E, my soul, on wings enraptur'd, rise To praise the monarch of the earth and skies, ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
A motorist once said to me, and this was in the country, on a county lane, a motorist slowed his ...
WE two-how long we were fool'd! Now transmuted, we swiftly escape, as Nature escapes; We are Nature-long have we been ...
A motorist once said to me, and this was in the country, on a county lane, a motorist slowed his ...
Girls buck the wind in the grooves toward work in fuzzy coats promised to be warm as fur. The shop ...
To go home and wear shorts forever in the enormous paddocks, in that warm climate, adding a sweater when winter ...
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