An Airfield Remembered (Anonymous British Poems)
We were hungry, tired and dirty,From our shoulders rifles hung,Our clothes were torn, our faces bronzedBy long hours in the ...
We were hungry, tired and dirty,From our shoulders rifles hung,Our clothes were torn, our faces bronzedBy long hours in the ...
Come, follow, follow me,You, fairy elves that be;Which circle on the greene,Come follow Mab, your queene,Hand in hand let's dance ...
Nobody knows the world but me.The rest go to bed; I sit up and see.I'm a better observer than any ...
Fare you well, you Sydney girls, time for us to go!The Peter's at the fore truck, and five thousand bales ...
Lazy-bones, lazy-bones, wake up and peep;The Cat's in the cupboard, your Mother's asleep.There you sit snoring, forgetting her ills:Who is ...
It's Raining, It's Pouring,The old man is snoring;He went to bed sand bumped his headAnd couldn't get up in the ...
To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned, To my brethren in their sorrow overseas, ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
you haven't lived until you've been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb and 56 men squeezed together ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
in brussels, eye sat in the grand place cafe & heard duke's place, played after salsa between the old majestic ...
My doc announced yesterday : "You may have talent, though it's hidden, your beak, however, is frost-bitten, so stick at ...
You've heard of "Casey at The Bat," And "Casey's Tabble Dote"; But now it's time To write a rhyme Of ...
Zut! it's two o'clock. See! the lights are jumping. Finish up your bock, Time we all were humping. Waiters stack ...
We brought him in from between the lines: we'd better have let him lie; For what's the use of risking ...
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
If I could practise what I preach, Of fellows there would few be finer; If I were true to what ...
STOUT marches lead to certain ends, We seek no Holy Grail, my friends - That dawn should find us every ...
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