Everything Is Different In Africa (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Everything is different in Africa. Strange stars by night look down,And threepence is called a tickey And a ...
Everything is different in Africa. Strange stars by night look down,And threepence is called a tickey And a ...
I've been a boy myself, And with boys I play, But I'm for solemn chat With the boys today. You ...
Those who say my country means Meadows, flowers and fields of wheat, Hamlets and trenches, must confessThese are her feet.The ...
As I gird on for fighting My sword upon my thigh,I think on old ill fortunes Of better men than ...
We've drunk to the Queen -- God bless her! -- We've drunk to our mothers' land; We've drunk to our ...
The blue jay scuffling in the bushes follows Some hidden purpose, and the gush of birds That spurts across the ...
We are reaping the whirlwind, the fruits of torture, acts committed in our names A loss of identity, our place ...
I saw you before You were "presentable" White chest hair, almost clear Open mouth, broken tooth Eyes at half-mast Like ...
I saw her for a split second driving down Canal toward home off to the left almost over my shoulder ...
It would have been love, I am sure of it, and I held her hand torn between concern and pride ...
A black ringlet curls to lie at the nape of her neck, glistening with sweat in the evaporate moonlight ... ...
As I go and shop, sir! If a car I stop, sir! Where you chance to sit, And you want ...
I Eddie Linden Dear Eddie we've not met Except upon the written page And at your age the wonder Is ...
1 TO think of time-of all that retrospection! To think of to-day, and the ages continued henceforward! Have you guess'd ...
Is it not strange? A year ago to-day, With scarce a thought beyond the hum-drum round, I did my decent ...
(The Dark Side) My mind goes back to Fumin Wood, and how we stuck it out, Eight days of hunger, ...
I know how father's strap would feel, If ever I were caught, So mother's jam I did not steal, Though ...
COME you, cartoonists, Hang on a strap with me here At seven o'clock in the morning On a Halsted street ...
What! you don't like him; well, maybe -- we all have our fancies, of course: Brumby to look at, you ...
Troubled slumbering of things, the curtain blown aside by the gush of the salty wind, the advent of the tide ...
The gh comes from rough, the o from women's, and the ti from unmentionables--presto: there's the perfect English instance of ...
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