Lyrics of Drink (1) (Janet Hamilton Poems)
"Whatever step I take, and into whatever direction I may strike, the drink-demon starts up before me and blocks my ...
"Whatever step I take, and into whatever direction I may strike, the drink-demon starts up before me and blocks my ...
I can't extend to every friend In need a helping hand--No matter though I wish it so, 'Tis not as Fortune planned;But ...
LINES , in addition to the treasureOf poesy, culled for the pleasureOf beau and belle and gentle dame,When seated round ...
WHAT is the daily bread,Father, we ask of Thee, -We, who must still be fedOut of Thy bounty free?Not at ...
When the leaf is on the tree,And the bird is in the bower,And the butterfly and bee,Bear its treasures from ...
Mists and lamps over street and lane.A crow caws up in the inky sky.Ah, my green-leaved youth, I call you ...
Last Wen'sday, when Jupiter rose to survey The annual return and procession of May, Concluding, the lady with Venus and ...
Tell me, mother Nature! tender yet stern mother! In what nomenclature (fitlier than another) Can I laud and ...
When old ADAM bit the apple, And thereafter had to grappleWith hard toil to earn ...
He was tall and tough and stringy, with the shoulders of an axeman,Broad and loose, with greenhide muscles, and a ...
——— and their voice, Turning again towards childish treble, pipes And whistles in its sound. ———The Muses are turned gossips; ...
I."Through the summer day, through the weary day, We have glided long; Ere we speed to the Night through her ...
He spent what he made, or he gave it away,Tried to save money, and would for a day,Started a bank-account ...
Goddess the laughter-loving, Aphrodite, befriend! Long have I served thine altars, serve me now at the end, Let me have ...
We who have loved thee in days long over, Mistress immortal and Queen of our hearts ; With the passionate ...
Babe Jesus lay in Mary's lap,The sun shone in his hair;And this was how she saw, mayhap,The crown already there.For ...
The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought, The cheque was spent that the ...
AS on the banks o' wandering Nith, Ae smiling simmer morn I stray'd, And traced its bonie howes and haughs, ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
Said Jones: "I'm glad my wife's not clever; Her intellect is second-rate. If she was witty she would never Give ...
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