Dick Briggs From Australia (Charles R Thatcher Poems)
(Air-'King of the Cannibal Islands')Dick Briggs a wealthy farmer's sonTo England lately took a runTo see his friends and have ...
(Air-'King of the Cannibal Islands')Dick Briggs a wealthy farmer's sonTo England lately took a runTo see his friends and have ...
Sal was a sobstuff sisterOn the pictures she'd shed tears galoreHer tears fell in torrents, and the band at the ...
Down in the bazaar of the CobblersWhere the stitcher of shoes doth lie,Was the Haschish den of Kaleef,A dog with ...
Kind friends, pray give attention To this, my little song.Some rum things I will mention, And ...
When Pa came home last night he had a package in his hand,Now Ma," said he, "I've something here which ...
Last night Pa said to Ma: "My dear, it's gettin' on to fall,It's time I did a little job I ...
THE door of my room gives me visions Of the forest whence it came, Where first it kissed the sunlight ...
Cats no less liquid than their shadowsOffer no angles to the wind.They slip, diminished, neat through loopholesLess than themselves; will ...
The blast skimsover the stringof takeoff lightsandrelinquishingplace and timelofts toseparation:the plume, rosesliver, growsacross thehigh-lit eveningsky: by thisMays Landing creekshot pinecones,skinned ...
A much-discerning Public hold The Singer generally sings And prints and sells his past for gold. Whatever I may here ...
Despite the noon sun shimmering on Court Street, each day I leave my desk, and window-shop, waste time, and use ...
Cool black night thru redwoods cars parked outside in shade behind the gate, stars dim above the ravine, a fire ...
Limp, heavy, droopy blooms, thin skinned irises translucent, in the rain a gauze blouse exposing the skin underneath bejeweled rhododendron ...
"You ought to have seen what I saw on my way To the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day: Blueberries as ...
It seldom snowed they said, perhaps they're right although seldom was never in that endless summer which tightened a fiery ...
Indeed. These jagged crevasses of the psyche are treacherous, gray. Extending two hundred plus days in every direction; an ominous ...
Cats no less liquid than their shadows Offer no angles to the wind. They slip, diminished, neat through loopholes Less ...
These annual bills! these annual bills! How many a song their discord trills Of "truck" consumed, enjoyed, forgot, Since I ...
I wanted the gold, and I sought it, I scrabbled and mucked like a slave. Was it famine or scurvy ...
Only a Leather Medal, hanging there on the wall, Dingy and frayed and faded, dusty and worn and old; Yet ...
In the storm-tossed Chilean sea lives the rosy conger, giant eel of snowy flesh. And in Chilean stewpots, along the ...
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