Who Cares? (John Hartley Poems)
Down in a cellar cottage In a dark and lonely street,Was sat a widow and her boy, With nothing left to eat.The ...
Down in a cellar cottage In a dark and lonely street,Was sat a widow and her boy, With nothing left to eat.The ...
I wanted a muffOn an up-to-date scale,Of some soft fluffy stuff,With a head and a tail;So simple and innocent-heartedI started ...
ONE day a shameless and impudent wightWent into a shop full of steel wares bright,Arranged with art upon ev'ry shelf.He ...
A lion has a tail and a very fine tailAnd so has an elephant and so has a whale,And so ...
Forty Years AfterCOMRADE, yet a little further I would go before the nightCloses round and chills in darkness all the ...
Somehow I never liked you, John, your ways were crude Your smile was pharisaical, your manners rude; Although you prospered ...
I Now, this, to my notion, is pleasant cheer, To lie all alone on a ragged heath, Where your nose ...
(ADDRESSED TO CERTAIN FRIENDLY TRAMPS.)IThe wind is East, the wind is West,Blows in and out of haven;The wind that blows ...
Of all kinds of conveyances, I think the omnibusFor many little reasons should be voted best by us;But there are ...
A lion has a tail and a very fine tailAnd so has an elephant and so has a whale,And so ...
A clock stopped — not the mantel's Geneva's farthest skillCan't put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still.An awe ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Man, is the Sea your master? Sea, and is man your slave? - This is the song of brave men ...
Why is that wanton gossip Fame So dumb about this man's affairs? Why do we titter at his name Who ...
ONE day a shameless and impudent wight Went into a shop full of steel wares bright, Arranged with art upon ...
The day after Christmas, young Albert Were what's called, confined to his bed, With a tight kind of pain in ...
Mr. Ramsbottom went to the races, A thing as he'd ne'er done before, And as luck always follers beginners, Won ...
Though loth to grieve The evil time's sole patriot, I cannot leave My buried thought For the priest's cant, Or ...
A Clock stopped -- Not the Mantel's -- Geneva's farthest skill Can't put the puppet bowing -- That just now ...
In the dark and damp of the alley cold, Lay the Christmas tree that hadn't been sold; By a shopman ...
A flying word from here and there Had sown the name at which we sneered, To be reviled and then ...
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