Bob Polter (William Schwenck Gilbert Poems)
BOB POLTER was a navvy, andHis hands were coarse, and dirty too,His homely face was rough and tanned,His time of ...
BOB POLTER was a navvy, andHis hands were coarse, and dirty too,His homely face was rough and tanned,His time of ...
Beneath thy porch of stone once moreOld school, I stand and fondly gazeOn scenes that back to memory bringThese bright-hued, ...
Home, Sweet Home. I'm a Bedfordshire Chap, and Bill Stumps is my name, And to tell it don't give me ...
Where is this glum Victorian -- This man of mien forlorn --Fit but for some historian To heap with ...
Jeremiah Dickson was a true-blue American, For he was a little boy who understood America, for he felt that he ...
A Spider and a Centipede went out to take a walk; The Centipede said frankly, "I will listen while you ...
When I was but a little lad of six and seven and eight,One joy I knew that has been lost ...
Bill Jones, who goes to school with me,Is the saddest boy I ever see.He's just so 'fraid he runs awayWhen ...
Boys dream of native girls who bring breadfruit, Whatever they are, As bribes to teach them how to execute Sixteen ...
Today, because I couldn't find the shortcut through, I had to walk this town's entire inner perimeter to find where ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
The winter sun, golden and tired, settles on the irregular army of bottles. Outside the trucks jostle toward the open ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories