A Few Remarks on Goats, Asses and the Dead Hand (C J Dennis Poems)
I don't mind kings and dukes and things; I don't mind wigs or maces;I don't mind crowns or robes or ...
I don't mind kings and dukes and things; I don't mind wigs or maces;I don't mind crowns or robes or ...
Oh, my brothers do not wrangle. When the sweets of office dangle At a most inviting angle ...
I.IN yonder dark and narrow lodging,There rests a patriot's body,Which, after many a slip and dodging,Death took in safe custody.II.What ...
AGAIN, Matilda, is your work undone! Your scissors, where are they? your thimble, gone?Your needles, pins, and thread and tapes ...
AGAIN, Matilda, is your work undone! Your scissors, where are they? your thimble, gone?Your needles, pins, and thread and tapes ...
There was a girl that lost things—Nor only from her hand;She lost, indeed—why, most things,As if they had been sand!She ...
A spieler came to Yarra Glen upon the Yarra flats;He wore a suit of noisy cheeks and something cute in ...
yes, they begin out in a willow, I think the starch mountains begin out in the willow and keep right ...
Luke Gale, the larrikin lad, dwelt in Larrikin Lane, A low street, a by-street, right at the edge of the ...
I shall tell you in rhyme how, once on a time,Three tailors tramped up to the inn Ingleheim, On ...
All day long I have been working, Now I am tired I call: "Where are you?" But there is only ...
The Needle and Thread one day were wed,The Thimble acted as priest,A paper of Pins, and the Scissors twinsWere among ...
I shall tell you in rhyme how, once on a time, Three tailors tramped up to the inn Ingleheim, On ...
There's a whisper down the line at 11.39 When the Night Mail's ready to depart, Saying "Skimble where is Skimble ...
How many times these low feet staggered -- Only the soldered mouth can tell -- Try -- can you stir ...
Death sets a Thing significant The Eye had hurried by Except a perished Creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little ...
Here in my office I sit and write Hour on hour, and day on day, With no one to speak ...
I Half of the fellow father as he doubles His sea-sucked Adam in the hollow hulk, Half of the fellow ...
I I, in my intricate image, stride on two levels, Forged in man's minerals, the brassy orator Laying my ghost ...
This night slip, in his honor flipped inside out - of lace- edged netting - is the color of Shaka ...
If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school. The teardrop of a crying ant would ...
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