Playtime (C J Dennis Poems)
Brothers!(I address myself to that chosen few -- which includes you,My dear reader -- whoAre men of understanding, bright intellect ...
Brothers!(I address myself to that chosen few -- which includes you,My dear reader -- whoAre men of understanding, bright intellect ...
Now a sad farewell to the cable-tram, Staunch friend of the quieter days,That glided down thro' a leisured town Ere ...
What now, Jos??The party's over,the lights are off,the crowd's gone,the night's gone cold,what now, Jos??what now, you?you without a name,who ...
Yes!!! So we willThrow care away,If for no other reason than that 'twillDelight our brother.We'll gaily "mooch" along in tram ...
When I was born, a crooked angel,the kind who live in shadows,said: Go, Carlos! Be gauche in life.The houses spy ...
You can't expect it! Goodness me!T'would be a dreadful policy!What sort of Ministerial dunceWould try to do two things at ...
Why I wonder am I so strangely happy?It's as if two birds were livingbehind my tense breasts -golden sweetness rises ...
O perfect citizen (if you exist),Who never make the errors that you might,Neither complacent nor a pessimist,Not apathetic either—but just ...
O! Hernia! My hernia. 'Twas here we parted dearA parting that for four long weeks Held me in sickness here.But ...
Give me the treble of thy horns and hoofs, The ponderous undertones of 'bus and tram, A garret and a ...
ON black bare trees a stale cream moon hangs dead, and sours the unborn buds. Two gaunt old hacks, knees ...
By our place in the midst of the furthest seas we were fated to stand alone - When the nations ...
The Liner she's a lady, an' she never looks nor 'eeds -- The Man-o'-War's 'er 'usband, an' 'e gives 'er ...
I sing of the decline of Henry Clay Who loved a white girl of uncommon size. Although a small man ...
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
for all my country poses my cells belong to a town grass is symbol-deep in me but brick dips deeper ...
III. For the Creche Form 8277059, Sub-Section K I remember my mother, the day that we met, A thing I ...
O my beloved city, How many times have I deserted you For the sights and sounds of Babylon? How often ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
Give me the treble of thy horns and hoofs, The ponderous undertones of 'bus and tram, A garret and a ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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