Spunkie (Janet Hamilton Poems)
O, what's come o'Spunkie; can naebody tellWhaur it dances an' blinks at e'en on the fell?It's lang since I saw ...
O, what's come o'Spunkie; can naebody tellWhaur it dances an' blinks at e'en on the fell?It's lang since I saw ...
I knew a man, he was my chum,but he grew blacker every day,and would not brush the flies away,nor blanch ...
The sidecar skimmed low down like a flying sledover the straight road with its double screenof wire—the blue profile of ...
Seven days accomplished,--unto Pharaoh's court The sons of Amram went; by Voice Divine Commanded; and, in presence of the king, ...
Behold, even I, even I am Beatrice.(Div. Com. Purg. xxx.)OF Florence and of BeatriceServant and singer from of old,O'er Dante's ...
(Kamo-no-Chomei, born at Kamo 1154, died at Toyama on Mount Hino, 24th June 1216) Swirl sleeping in the waterfall! On ...
Dear Jock, - Like some aul' cairter's mear I'm foonert i' the feet,An' oxter-staffs are feckless things fan a' the ...
Glorious daughter of time! Thou of the mild blue eye -- Thou of the virginal forehead --pallid, unfurrowed of tears-- ...
The house in Broad Street, red brick, with nine rooms the weedgrown graveyard with its rows of tombs the jail ...
When the night winds blow in from the open sea,And darkness sifts down in the busy street,That's always the lonesomest ...
Over the top! The wire's thin here, unbarbedPlain rusty coils, not staked, and low enough:Full of old tins, though - ...
They grouped together about the chief, And each man looked on his fate, Should ever the sound of a restless ...
There were some worthy places where we could escape, avoid the heavy weight of living in a densely peopled space; ...
Under what withering leprous light The very grass as hair is grey, Grass in the cracks of the paven courts ...
A GUID New-year I wish thee, Maggie! Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie: Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' ...
O A' ye pious godly flocks, Weel fed on pastures orthodox, Wha now will keep you frae the fox, Or ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
Worms finer for fishing you couldn't be wishing; I delved them dismayed from the velvety sod; The rich loam upturning ...
I was hoping to be happy by seventeen. School was a sharp check mark in the roll book, An obnoxious ...
We'd found an old Boche dug-out, and he knew, And gave us hell, for shell on frantic shell Hammered on ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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