Horses (Dorothy Violet Wellesley Poems)
Newmarket or St. Leger . . .Who, in the garden pony carrying skepsOf grass or fallen leaves, his knees gone ...
Newmarket or St. Leger . . .Who, in the garden pony carrying skepsOf grass or fallen leaves, his knees gone ...
When stars come gleaming one by one, And fold and farm are still,O I go out to keep the ...
Which reminds me, said O'Brien --"And 'tis not a word of lyin' -- Of a summertime way back in eighty-two,Whin ...
I London, my beautiful, It is not the sunset Nor the pale green sky Shimmering through the curtain Of the ...
Ah's coomin' back fra' furrin parts,An', Aa! Ah's varra fainTo sec my lahl steean hooseIn Wensleydale again.It's grand to finnd ...
I'SE coomin' back fra' furrin parts,An', Aa! I'se varra fainTo see my lile steean hooseIn Wensleydale again.It's grand to finnd ...
Widershins and round about Among the gorse and whin!Open, gates o' Fairyland, Ope and let me in!Cold ...
MRS. CARTER speaks:We came oot here in '87, A lang, lang way ower sea;A renky chap wur my Bill an* ...
My love has kissed me on the lips an' sailed beyond the sea, An', sooth, that was a sorry day ...
I will not lift the door-latch, I will not step inFrom the dark fields and the starlight and the bent ...
At Killybegs above the crags The gray gulls pipe with voices thinned, And all the green trees are like ...
Snow of the blackberry bloom, purple of heather bells, The fir and the oak tree boughs with the ivy ...
The sun on the reeds an' rushes, An' the sand outstretched before, An' the sun on the kelp an' ...
"I NEVER build a song by night or day, Of breaking ocean or of blowing whin, But in some ...
I This is the sorrowful story Told when the twilight fails And the monkeys walk together Holding their neighbours' tails: ...
The dead child lay in the shroud, And the widow watched beside; And her mother slept, and the Channel swept ...
THE GOSSOON It's bleedin'! It's bleedin'! THE OULD WOMAN An' shure, me lad, 't is bleedin'; But come, ...
SOME books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers they hae been ...
The heavenly bay, ringed round with cliffs and moors, Storm-stained ravines, and crags that lawns inlay, Soothes as with love ...
Says I to my Missis: "Ba goom, lass! you've something I see, on your mind." Says she: "You are right, ...
'Twas the horse thief, Andy Regan, that was hunted like a dog By the troopers of the upper Murray side, ...
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