A Guide for Poits (C J Dennis Poems)
(Compiled by the Sentimental Bloke)I ain't no verse-'og. When I busts in song An' fills the air wiv choonful melerdy,I ...
(Compiled by the Sentimental Bloke)I ain't no verse-'og. When I busts in song An' fills the air wiv choonful melerdy,I ...
IO you poets, ever pretending Love is immortal, pipe the truth!Empty your books of lies, the ending Of no passion ...
To Andrew LytleParis, November 1929Their faces are bony and sharp but very red, althoughtheir ancestors nearly two hundred years have ...
LIBERALIn that place, shepherd, all the men are dead.POETYes, look at the water grim and blackWhere immense Europa rears her ...
The olden golden stories of the world, That stirred the past, And now are dim as dreams,The lays and legends ...
Boys in fancy clothes never starve,but Confucian scholars often find their lives in ruin. Please listen to my explanation, Sir,I, ...
It is the skylark come. For shame!Robert-a-Cockney is thy name:Robert-a-Field would surely knowThat skylarks, bless them, never go!* * *Love ...
WHEN in my narrow cell I lie, The long day's penance done at last, I see the ghosts ...
Only a simple rhyme of love and sorrow,Where "blisses" rhymed with "kisses," "heart," with "dart:"Yet, reading it, new strength I ...
Accept, dear girl, this little token, And if between the lines you seek, You'll find the love I've often spoken-The ...
In these days, every mother's son or daughter Writes verse, which no one reads except the writer, ...
Beloved, with the spent and sickly fumesOf rumour's cinders all the air is filled,But you are the engrossing lexiconOf fame ...
Or whether sad or joyous be her hours,Yet ever is she good and ever fair.If she be glad, 'tis like ...
RHYMED DISTICHS. WHO trusts in ...
IN the tavern of my heart Many a one has sat before, Drunk red wine and sung a stave, And, ...
Remote and ineffectual Don That dared attack my Chesterton, With that poor weapon, half-impelled, Unlearnt, unsteady, hardly held, Unworthy for ...
This night has been so strange that it seemed As if the hair stood up on my head. From going-down ...
Shepherd. That cry's from the first cuckoo of the year. I wished before it ceased. Goatherd. Nor bird nor beast ...
S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald, and blind, With a heavy heart and a wandering mind, Have known ...
I dreamt that she sat by my head, tenderly ruffling my hair with her fingers, playing the melody of her ...
I Once, when a boy, I killed a cat. I guess it's just because of that A cat evokes my ...
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