The Friend Of Humanity And The Rhymer (Henry Austin Dobson Poems)
F. OF H. I want a verse. It gives you little pains;--You just sit down, and draw upon your brains.Come, ...
F. OF H. I want a verse. It gives you little pains;--You just sit down, and draw upon your brains.Come, ...
Aveluy and New Year's eve, and the time as tenderAs if green buds grew. In the low West a slenderStreak ...
Dear Jock, - Like some aul' cairter's mear I'm foonert i' the feet,An' oxter-staffs are feckless things fan a' the ...
Dearest!You know you ever ARE the nearestTo my fond heart.Joking apart,I swear, by all the silly stars above you,Darling, I ...
Ane sings the lassie that he lo'es, Gangs daft aboot her lips an' een;Anither, burns, an' heichts, an' howes, An' ...
Gay balloons and coloured streamers,Gliding figures, footsteps light,Flannelled youths and short-frocked maidensJazzing gaily through the night.Music quaint and queer and ...
The water ran doon frae the heich hope-heid,Wi' a Rin, burnie, rin;It wimpled, an' waggled, an' sang a screedO' nonsense, ...
It is naething but a lilt, Yet its rinnin' in my heid;Just a lilt, an' that is a', O' an ...
The Editor wrote his political screedIn ink that was fainter and fainter;He rose to the call of his country's need,And ...
I am a grave poetic henThat lays poetic eggsAnd to enhance my temperamentA little quiet begs.We make the yolk philosophy,True ...
A near horizon whose sharp jags Cut brutally into a sky Of leaden heaviness, and crags Of houses lift their ...
(i) absinthe makes the hurt grow fonder the green fairy burbles what's this 'ere when vincent (sozzled) knifes his lug ...
The Maple with its tassell flowers of green That turns to red, a stag horn shapèd seed Just spreading out ...
SIR, as your mandate did request, I send you here a faithfu' list, O' gudes an' gear, an' a' my ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
As soon as we crossed into Yorkshire Hughes' voice assailed me, unmistakable Gravel and honey, a raw celebration of rain ...
My precious grand-child, aged two, Is eager to unlace one shoe, And then the other; Her cotton socks she'll deftly ...
The Editor wrote his political screed In ink that was fainter and fainter; He rose to the call of his ...
I am a grave poetic hen That lays poetic eggs And to enhance my temperament A little quiet begs. We ...
Here was a man who watched the river flow Past the huge town, one gray November day. Round him in ...
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