Good neighbours (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
To my shame I've been mending fences again. a quaint habit I inherited from my father; he would rather fix ...
To my shame I've been mending fences again. a quaint habit I inherited from my father; he would rather fix ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
(Exodus, xv.26) Heal us, Emmanuel! here we are, Waiting to feel Thy touch: Deep-wounded souls to Thee repair And, Saviour, ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come, For the woods are full of bluebells and the ...
You have heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
NOW rosy May comes in wi' flowers, To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers; And now comes in the happy hours, ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
Oh! Mr. Best, you're very bad And all the world shall know it; Your base behaviour shall be sung By ...
LONE on the bleaky hills the straying flocks Shun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks; Down from the rivulets, ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
WHEN rosy May comes in wi' flowers, To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers, Then busy, busy are his hours, The ...
WHA will buy my troggin, fine election ware, Broken trade o' Broughton, a' in high repair? Chorus.-Buy braw troggin frae ...
I SING of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of a Whistle, the pride of the North. Was ...
KILMARNOCK wabsters, fidge an' claw, An' pour your creeshie nations; An' ye wha leather rax an' draw, Of a' denominations; ...
The good man. He is still enhancer, renouncer. In the time of detachment, in the time of the vivid heather ...
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