The Kitten (Joanna Baillie Poems)
WANTON droll, whose harmless playBeguiles the rustic's closing day,When, drawn the evening fire about,Sit aged crone and thoughtless lout,And child ...
WANTON droll, whose harmless playBeguiles the rustic's closing day,When, drawn the evening fire about,Sit aged crone and thoughtless lout,And child ...
Are you struck with her figure and face? How lucky you happened to meetWith none of the gossipping race, Who dwell in ...
Simon Danz has come home again,From cruising about with his buccaneers;He has singed the beard of the King of Spain,And ...
The Devil take the cook, that old grey-bearded fellow,Yo ho, haul away!Who feeds us odds and ends and biscuits whiskered ...
When old ADAM bit the apple, And thereafter had to grappleWith hard toil to earn ...
Stormy's dead, I heard them say, "he's dead and gone to rest";Of all the skippers I have known old Stormy ...
_Bro. Simmons_"Walk right in Brother Wilson--how you feelin' today?"_Bro. Wilson_"Jes Mod'rate, Brother Simmons, but den I ginnerly feels dat way."_Bro. ...
Mrs Felix Donnett was a lady of renown,For ten years her husband was mayor of the town; For ten years ...
Mrs Felix Donnett was a lady of renown,For ten years her husband was mayor of the town; For ten ...
For man's support I came at first from earth,But man perverts the purpose of my birth;Beneath his plastic hand new ...
Romance goes out of everything in these days of ill grace,And even old John Barleycorn grows "standardised" apace;Once henchman of ...
I am not hypercritical on points of punctuation; A misplaced comma now and then is surely not a sin;I overlook ...
Coward of heroic size, In whose lazy muscles lies Strength we fear and yet despise; Savage,—whose relentless tusks Are content ...
I see a day, before we win this war,When razors — and cosmetics — are no more;When whiskered bishops will ...
In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown; Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er ...
I heard an echo in a hollow place. No sound of blowing wind or drifting sand, some ancient voice was ...
Only a Leather Medal, hanging there on the wall, Dingy and frayed and faded, dusty and worn and old; Yet ...
Because I love the soothing weed And am of sober type, I'd choose me for a friend in need A ...
"The North has got him." --Yukonism. I tried to refine that neighbor of mine, honest to God, I did. I ...
He staggered in from night and frost and fog And lampless streets: he'd guzzled like a hog And drunk till ...
The gh comes from rough, the o from women's, and the ti from unmentionables--presto: there's the perfect English instance of ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories