My Lass (John Hartley Poems)
Fairest lass amang the monny, Hair as black as raven, O.Net another lass as bonny, Lives i'th' dales ov Craven, O.City lasses ...
Fairest lass amang the monny, Hair as black as raven, O.Net another lass as bonny, Lives i'th' dales ov Craven, O.City lasses ...
A Microcosm In Terza RimaI.Quiet I lay at last, and knew no moreWhether I breathed or not, so worn I ...
Round Rajagriha five fair hills arose,Guarding King Bimbas?ra's sylvan town:Baibh?ra green with lemon-grass and palms;Bipulla, at whose foot thin SarsutiSteals ...
A Sabbath morn — softly the village bellsRing out their welcome to the sacred day.The weary swain has drunk of ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
Proemion.Immeasurable Earth!Through the loud vast and populacy of Heaven,Tempested with gold schools of ponderous orbs,That cleav'st with deep-revolting harmoniesPassage perpetual, ...
PART IIt is an hour before the hour of dawn. Set in mine hand my staff and leave me ...
Am I not he that hath made thee and begotten thee, I, God, the spirit of man?Wherefore now ...
DER SHENERAL SHERMAN holts oop on his coorse, He shtops at de gross-road und reins in his horse. "Dere's a ...
He was lyin' on his bunk, In the hut behind the mill,Ravin' like a man wild drunk, Never silent, ...
Up cam the tide wi' a burst and a whush,And back gaed the stanes wi' a whurr;The king's son walkit ...
DE picknock oud at Spraker's Wood:- It melt de soul und fire de plood. Id sofly slid from cakes und ...
Here in the flamin' thick of thick of things, With Death across the way, 'n' traps What little Fritz ...
Baloo loo, lammie, now baloo my dear;Now, baloo loo, lammy, ain minnie is here:What ails my sweet bairnie? What ails ...
To the Heavens above us O look and behold The Planets that love us All harnessed in gold! What chariots, ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
PART I It is an hour before the hour of dawn. Set in mine hand my staff and leave me ...
Am I not he that hath made thee and begotten thee, I, God, the spirit of man? Wherefore now these ...
Missis Moriarty called last week, and says she to me, says she: "Sure the heart of me's broken entirely now ...
You've heard of Belching Billy, likewise known as Windy Bill, As punk a chunk of Yukon scum as ever robbed ...
When the sun sets over the long blue wave I spring from my couch of rest, And I hurtle and ...
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