A Job O’ Work (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
I ain't no glutton for work, said Bill, "though I done my whack in my day,An' I'd never say 'No' ...
I ain't no glutton for work, said Bill, "though I done my whack in my day,An' I'd never say 'No' ...
Drip, drip, drip! It tinkles on the fly- The pitiless outpouring of an overburdened sky: Each drooping frond of pine ...
Hark! Hark! the dogs are barking, I can no longer stay;The boys have all gone shearing, so I heard the ...
Now some shearing I have done, and some prizes I have won, Through my knuckling down so close ...
Guarda mi disse, le feroce ErineLet us come upon him first as if in a dream, anonymous triple presence, memory ...
The blizzards and the cold of the North take their tollIn the regions that lie farther south.You will see cattle ...
Who would hear the fairy hornCalling all the hounds of FinnMust be in a lark's nest bornWhen the moon is ...
The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good part; But the Sons of Martha favour their ...
Now this is the tale of the Council the German Kaiser decreed, To ease the strong of their burden, to ...
Heh! Walk her round. Heave, ah heave her short again! Over, snatch her over, there, and hold her on the ...
Love always trusts, Not prejudging, open always hoping for the best enduring even when harmed in the past No running ...
When the pods went pop on the broom, green broom, And apples began to be golden-skinn'd, We harbour'd a stag ...
Don't talk to me of War or stalk the ground our fabled soldiers died upon, I'm sound of limb and ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
1 WITH antecedents; With my fathers and mothers, and the accumulations of past ages; With all which, had it not ...
WARBLE me now, for joy of Lilac-time, Sort me, O tongue and lips, for Nature's sake, and sweet life's sake-and ...
THE indications, and tally of time; Perfect sanity shows the master among philosophs; Time, always without flaw, indicates itself in ...
1 WHEN lilacs last in the door-yard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the ...
When SUPERSTITION rul'd the land And Priestcraft shackled Reason, At GODSTOW dwelt a goodly band, Grey monks they were, and ...
ONE road leads to London, One road leads to Wales, My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails. ...
The Loch Achray was a clipper tall With seven-and-twenty hands in all. Twenty to hand and reef and haul, A ...
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