Everyday Characters II – Quince (Winthrop Mackworth Praed Poems)
Fallentis semita vit*. - Hor.Near a small village in the West,Where many very worthy peopleEat, drink, play whist, and do ...
Fallentis semita vit*. - Hor.Near a small village in the West,Where many very worthy peopleEat, drink, play whist, and do ...
It sorter skeer'd the neighbours round, For of all the 'tarnal set thet clutchesTheir dollars firm, he wus the boss; An' yet ...
Harry Morant was a friend I hadIn the years long passed away,A chivalrous, wild and reckless lad,A knight born out ...
When February's chilling winds Swept through the forest glen,And nothing, save the smoking hut, Marked the abodes of men,I through my lattice ...
Wherefore these flowers? floral applause? Ah, no, these blossoms came to sayThat I am growing old, because I number fifty years to-day.O ...
We'd grown wiser. We might have become nosegays, on theday's silver lattices.When someone rapped on our door, we heard the ...
THE BREWING OF BEER.Now we sing the wondrous legends,Songs of wedding-feasts and dances,Sing the melodies of wedlock,Sing the songs of ...
ILMARINEN'S WOOING.ILMARINEN, hero-blacksmith,The eternal metal-worker,Hastens forward to the court-roomOf the hostess of Pohyola,Of the master of the Northland,Hastens through the ...
Nor can the foremost of the sons of menEscape my ribald and licentious penSwiftYou prisoners of New South Wales,Who frequent ...
Composed at Stroud A.A. Co. Establishment StationNew South Wales.Composed and written October 23rd day, Anno 1839You prisoners of New South ...
If you listen, children, I will tell The story of little Red Riding-hood: Such wonderful, wonderful things befell ...
We each of us have a good "alibi"For being down here in the "joint"But few of them really are justifiedIf ...
(Melbourne)I CAME to buy a book. It was a shopDown in a narrow quiet street, and hereThey kept, I knew, ...
Oh, grant him now eternal peace,Lord, and everlasting light,He wasn't worth a candle bright,Nor even a sprig of parsley.Of eyebrows, ...
Stepping demurely, two by two,Those rapped at Paradise; and went through.In flame to shame the golden sun,These flew to Sheol, ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
As I left the Halls at Lumley, rose the vision of a comely Maid last season worshipped dumbly, watched with ...
I used to think a pot of ink Held magic in its fluid, And I would ply a pen when ...
A pencil, sir; a penny -- won't you buy? I'm cold and wet and tired, a sorry plight; Don't turn ...
The table hurled itself, to our surprise, At Lingard, and anon rapped eagerly: "When earth is cold and there is ...
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