Roll A Rock Down (Henry Herbert Knibbs Poems)
On, out in the West where the riders are ready,They sing an old song and they tell an old tale,And ...
On, out in the West where the riders are ready,They sing an old song and they tell an old tale,And ...
Jock M'Pherson was a person who was boastful in conversin',But respectable and ponderous and dignified withal!Con M'Carty was a party ...
Whenever I'm moving my furniture in Or shifting my furniture out-Which is nearly as often and risky as Sin In these days ...
In the shadow of the cloister,There are few inclined to roisterWith the men in TonopahSwaggering to primal law.Holy wine is ...
Two boys uncoached are tossing a poem together,Overhand, underhand, backhand, sleight of hand, everyhand,Teasing with attitudes, latitudes, interludes, altitudes,High, make ...
John Brown in Kansas settled, like a steadfast Yankee farmer, Brave and godly, with four sons, all stalwart men ...
Now, when a bloke 'e cracks a bloke fer insults to a skirt, An' wrecks a joint to square a ...
I nearly fell fair in my tracks.I'm trudgin' homeward with my axe When I come on her suddenly. "I wonder ...
(SIERRAS)We checked our pace, the red road sharply rounding; We heard the troubled flowOf the dark olive depths of pines ...
There's a fellow on the station(He dropped in on a call,Just casual-to stay a pleasant week),He's a banker's near relation,Strongly ...
To make sure You have not said: "I love you," They smell your breath. They even smell your heart Trying ...
So she stands-nude-stretching dullyTwo amber combs loll through her hairA vague molested carpet pitchesDown the dusty length of stair.She does ...
Two boys uncoached are tossing a poem together, Overhand, underhand, backhand, sleight of hand, everyhand, Teasing with attitudes, latitudes, interludes, ...
The cliff sprang from the sea at end of Hostel Beach, if the tide was out you'd reach a tiny ...
Is it because I'm bent and grey, Though wearing rather well, That I can slickly get away With all the ...
"Aye," said the boozer, "I tell you it's true, sir, I once was a punter with plenty of pelf, But ...
'Twas in the days of front attack; This glorious truth we'd yet to learn it -- That every "front" has ...
On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few, And men of religion are scanty, On a road never cross'd ...
On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few, And men of religion are scanty, On a road never cross'd ...
I Not once in all our days of poignant love, Did I a single instant give to thee My undivided ...
Aleta mentions in her tender letters, Among a chain of quaint and touching things, That you are feeble, weighted down ...
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