Young Bicham (Andrew Lang Poems)
In London city was Bicham born,He longd strange countries for to see,But he was taen by a savage Moor,Who handld ...
In London city was Bicham born,He longd strange countries for to see,But he was taen by a savage Moor,Who handld ...
Dow's Flat. That's its name; And I reckon that youAre a stranger? The same? Well, I thought it was true,--For ...
Down here in Cactus Center we have lived a life apart;We've been far, we're frank in sayin', from the headquarters ...
Sal was a sobstuff sisterOn the pictures she'd shed tears galoreHer tears fell in torrents, and the band at the ...
As ek vanaand so moedersielAlleen hier by die vuurherd sit,Dan borrel my geheue op,En maak my hart en siel uit ...
Has eawr Jammy bin here to-neet?Oh! theaw'rt theer, theau great drunken slotchIt's strange if au nowt elze to doBo' ha' ...
O man with a Position, prithee tell,How is't you mould your sal'ried life so well;Holding in lofty scorn that lowly ...
'Tout est-il pr?t? partons. Oui, le m?t est dress?; Adieu donc.' Sur les bancs le rameur est plac?; La voile, ...
Young Jenny, she walked ower t' ribbed sea-sand, (T' lairocks sing sae sweetly, O!)Wheer she met a fisher-lad, net ...
Come to thy gronny, doy, come to thy gronny, Bless thee, to me tha'rt as pratty as onny; Mutherlass barn ...
Aw've just mended th' fire wi' a cob;Owd Swaddle has brought thi new shoon;There's some nice bacon-collops o'th hobAn' a ...
A song I sing o' t' Yorkshire dales, That Winnd frae t' moors to t' sea; Frae t' ...
One yeer owder, one yeer dearer: That's what I sal awlus say.Draw thy chair a little nearer, Put ...
Daar sou ek vrede weer besefWaar Tebes in die stil woestynSy magtig' rotswerk hoog verhefEn Mara in die sand verdwyn;Waar ...
(SIMPSON'S BAR, 1858)So you've kem 'yer agen, And one answer won't do?Well, of all the derned men That I've struck, ...
Drie verse uit "Die Tuin van Proserpina"Die Juigende, die Sterke -Die dood sal hom ook raak;Nooit sal hy vlieg met ...
Oh, light was the world that he weighed in his hands! Oh, heavy the tale of his fiefs and his ...
And the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks Groan with continual surges; and behind ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
The widow sought the lawyer's room with children three in tow, She told the lawyer man her tale in tones ...
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