The Intro (C J Dennis Poems)
'Er name's Doreen…Well spare me bloomin' days!You could er knocked me down wiv 'arf a brick! Yes, me, that kids ...
'Er name's Doreen…Well spare me bloomin' days!You could er knocked me down wiv 'arf a brick! Yes, me, that kids ...
Now, when a bloke 'e cracks a bloke fer insults to a skirt, An' wrecks a joint to square a ...
I want free life and I want fresh air; And I sigh for the canter after the cattle, The crack ...
GOATS go past the back of the house like dry leaves in the dawn,And up the hill like a ...
HET vas Mijn Heer van Torenborg, Ride oud oopon de sand, Und vait to hear a paardeken; Coom tromplin from ...
As ek vanaand so moedersielAlleen hier by die vuurherd sit,Dan borrel my geheue op,En maak my hart en siel uit ...
THE poultry yard is all astir, the cock has ceased to crow,And though I cannot see the light, 'tis morning ...
Oh, say, have you seen at the Willows so green-- So charming and rurally true--A singular bird, with a manner ...
Long John McDougal, the wax-end and leather man, Solon of the main street, full of curious lore,Keen-eyed and frugal, politician, ...
Play that my knee was a calico mareSaddled and bridled for Bumpville;Leap to the back of this steed, if you ...
Aha! a traitor in the camp, A rebel strangely bold,—A lisping, laughing, toddling scamp, Not more than four years old!To ...
The column winds on snake-like,Through blistering, treeless spaces;The hovering gray-black dust cloudsTint in ghoulish shades our faces. The sweat of ...
Aha! a traitor in the camp, A rebel strangely bold,-- A lisping, laughing, toddling scamp, Not more than four years ...
Play that my knee was a calico mare Saddled and bridled for Bumpville; Leap to the back of this steed, ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
``With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots, Wreathe iron pokers into true-love knots ; Rhyme's sturdy cripple, fancy's maze and ...
The way the dog trots out the front door every morning without a hat or an umbrella, without any money ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
HAIL, Poesie! thou Nymph reserv'd! In chase o' thee, what crowds hae swerv'd Frae common sense, or sunk enerv'd 'Mang ...
But, lo! from forth a copse that neighbours by, A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud, Adonis' trampling courser doth ...
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