Attack On The Ad-Man (Arthur Seymour John Tessimond Poems)
This trumpeter of nothingness, employedTo keep our reason dull and null and void.This man of wind and froth and flux ...
This trumpeter of nothingness, employedTo keep our reason dull and null and void.This man of wind and froth and flux ...
CLERK, corresponding, "Rooster and Comb",Here I sit idle "Thinking of home";I must be grafting- Living to earn,More correspondence, "Write by return."Clerk in employ of "Shoddy ...
A blighted bud may holdA sweeter message. than the loveliest flower.For God hath kissed her wounded heartAnd left a promise ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
I had tramped along through dockland till the day was all but spent,But for all the ships I there did ...
If ghosts should walk in Deptford, as very well they may,A man might find the night there more stirring than ...
This trumpeter of nothingness, employedTo keep our reason dull and null and void.This man of wind and froth and flux ...
"Good people all, both great and small, I sing a tale of pity,My hand I fling across the string, And ...
Whatever went wrong, that week, was more than weather: a shoddy streak in the fabric of the air of London ...
Learn this now before you are older: Don't go through life with a chip on your shoulder, Always aggrieved and ...
Ah, well! but the case seems hopeless, and the pen might write in vain; The people gabble of old things ...
When the wars of the world seemed ended, and silent the distant drum, Ten years ago in Australia, I wrote ...
Now, with the wars of the world begun, they'll listen to you and me, Now while the frightened nations run ...
These painful, cold athritic fingers have to last much longer yet, they're all I have to keep the pages on ...
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
Now can you see the monument? It is of wood built somewhat like a box. No. Built like several boxes ...
This trumpeter of nothingness, employed To keep our reason dull and null and void. This man of wind and froth ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
For failure I was well equipped And should have come to grief, By atavism grimly gripped, A fool beyond belief. ...
Who call him spurious and shoddy Shall do it o'er my lifeless body. I heartily invite such birds To come ...
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