I Know Not Where They Have Laid Him (Geoffrey Anketell Studdert Kennedy Poems)
I wouldn't mind if I only knowedThe spot where they'd laid my lad;If I could see where they'd buried 'im,It ...
I wouldn't mind if I only knowedThe spot where they'd laid my lad;If I could see where they'd buried 'im,It ...
"YOU who dread the cares and labors Of the tenant's annual quest, You who long for peace and ...
Ay, I'm a ranter, so at least fowks say; Happen they'd tell t' same tale o' t' postle ...
The man of God stands, on the Sabbath-day,Warning the sinners from the broad highwayThat leads to death. He rolls his ...
I niver thowt when I grew owd I'd tak to leetin' lamps; I sud have said, I'd rayther ...
'Arry an' me is bits of sports; When the summer comes aroundWe gits our sweaters an' guns an' shorts An' ...
Old Pete Parraday, he isn't very wise --Or so the local gossips say -- They love to criticise His crazy ...
The wintry days are with us still; The roads are deep in liquid dirt; The rain is wet, the ...
This is the listening week of the year -- Listening-in.A-cock and alert is the national ear -- ...
Look 'ere. I'll bet a 'arf-a-crown To anythink you like to name (said Bushy Bill),If country fellers went to town,An' ...
Biddings good morrow to all our cares,Riding along with a joyful heart.Little we reck of the world's affairs,All that we ...
Down in the dyke of the ancient folk,Hard by the rampart crowned with oak,My foot sank deep in the drift ...
826Love reckons by itself-alone-"As large as I"-relate the SunTo One who never felt it blaze-Itself is all the like it ...
I Saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would ...
When mid-autumn's moan shook the night-time, And sedges were horny, And summer's green wonderwork faltered On leaze and in lane, ...
WITH a bridegroom's joyous bearing, Mounts Sir Curt his noble beast, To his mistress' home repairing, There to hold his ...
Love reckons by itself -- alone -- "As large as I" -- relate the Sun To One who never felt ...
O stay, harmonious and sweet sounds, that die In the long vaultings of this ancient fane! Stay, for I may ...
There sat down, once, a thing on Henry's heart só heavy, if he had a hundred years & more, & ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
I wanted the gold, and I sought it, I scrabbled and mucked like a slave. Was it famine or scurvy ...
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