The Tot Of Rum (Joseph Johnston Lee Poems)
A Soliloquy at Stand-to in the TrenchesBefore I saw the trenchesI was a strict T.T.,The pledge I'd took,The water brookWas ...
A Soliloquy at Stand-to in the TrenchesBefore I saw the trenchesI was a strict T.T.,The pledge I'd took,The water brookWas ...
In spring, when the green gits back in the trees, And the sun comes out and stays, And yer boots pulls on ...
When ice is thawed and snow is gone,And racy sweetness floods the trees;When snow-birds from the hedge have flown,And on ...
When country roads begin to thaw In mottled spots of damp and dust,And fences by the margin draw Along the frosty crust Their ...
Most tangible of all the gods that be,O Santa Claus-- our own since Infancy!As first we scampered to thee-- now, ...
January brings the snow,makes our feet and fingers glow.February brings the rain,Thaws the frozen lake again.March brings breezes loud and ...
But all this while, where's he whose golden raysDrives night away and beautifies our days?Where's he whose goodly face doth ...
I would not be a king--enoughOf woe it is to love;The path to power is steep and rough,And tempests reign ...
Fytte IBy Wood and Wold"Beneath the greenwood bough." — W. Scott.Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows, Though ...
Maidens, whose tresses shine,Crowned with daffodil and eglantine,Or, from their string?d buds of brier roses,Bright as the vermeil closesOf April ...
SUN, whom the faltering snow-cloud fears, Rise, let the time of year be May,Speak now the word that April ...
The long days came and went; the riotous beesTore the warm grapes in many a dusty vine,And men grew faint ...
Who is the honest man?He that doth still and strongly good pursue,To God, his neighbour, and himself most true: ...
January.Lo, my fair! the morning lazyPeeps abroad from yonder hill; Phoebus rises, red and hazy;Frost has stopp'd the village mill.February.All ...
Once more the Heavenly PowerMakes all things new,And domes the red-plowed hillsWith loving blue; The blackbirds have their wills,The throstles ...
Oh the slow fall of snow,Its unending blanketing swirl!Yet my mind's eye was giving shapeTo what couldn't be kept hidden,That ...
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated Challengers of oblivion Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down, The ...
Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost Candies the ...
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: "Shut ...
You too return, along with days gone, and flow again, my blue rivers, to carry on the songs of washerwomen, ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
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