Dad (C J Dennis Poems)
I've knowed ole Flood this last five year or more;I knoo 'im when 'is Syd went to the war. A ...
I've knowed ole Flood this last five year or more;I knoo 'im when 'is Syd went to the war. A ...
I wus pickin' gipsy vi'lits fer to try an' square Doreen.We 'ad words . . . about pianners - fer ...
She never nagged; she never said no word; But sat an' looked at me an' never stirred. I could ...
Ar, these is 'appy days! An' 'ow they've flown - Flown like the smoke of some inchanted fag;Since dear Doreen, ...
'Tis morn.An individualistic cockProclaims the fact.The dissipated cat sneaks home forlorn.'Tis time to get up and act!'Tis eight o'clock!The stern ...
Father calls me William, sister calls me Will,Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill!Mighty glad I ain't ...
In the everlasting summer, when the town is limp with heat,and the asphalt of the footpath curls your boots and ...
A mysterious cove in the Customs -- The boss, so to speak, of the Ban --I have blamed a good ...
Come Jack, our place is with the ruckOn the open road today,Not with the tepid "footpath sneak"Or with the wise ...
We condemn, with hot curses, the Hun For his piracy, perjury, pride, For his nameless atrocities done, ...
Snow is falling: snow is falling.Geranium flowers reachfor the blizzard's small white starspast the window's edge. Snow is falling, all ...
The views of PizarroWere perhaps a little narrow.He killed the CaciquesBecause (he said) they were sneaks.(Edmund Clerihew Bentley)
And the old men, supervising grown grandsons, nephews, any man a boy given this chance of making a new sidewalk ...
Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts Noplace to shit ...
When the Academy of Arts demanded freedom Of artistic expression from narrow-minded bureaucrats There was a howl and a clamour ...
Across the table, Bridget sneaks a smile; she's caught me staring past her at the man who brings us curried ...
Rejoice in God, O ye Tongues; give the glory to the Lord, and the Lamb. Nations, and languages, and every ...
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?-- Can I conceive the woes that try men, When late repentance racks the ...
When Chewed-ear Jenkins got hitched up to Guinneyveer McGee, His flowin' locks, ye recollect, wuz frivolous an' free; But in ...
Bill has left his house of clay, Slammed the door and gone away: How he laughed but yesterday! I had ...
You strop my anger, especially when I find you in restaurant or bar and pay for the same liquid, coming ...
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