The Fire At The ‘North Pole’ (Billy Bennett Poems)
Now, full of risks is a fireman's lifeThat's why there are not many riskersYou not only have to have nerves ...
Now, full of risks is a fireman's lifeThat's why there are not many riskersYou not only have to have nerves ...
An old western town lay asleep in the sunOf a long summer day that was then almost done.The shadows were ...
You are jest an old waddy that's been everywhere.You've about held your own and done more than your share.You wind ...
To DR. SHERMAN LEACH, Columbus, Ohio. Was yo' at de dance an' 'sepshun? At siss Poodle's Chewsday night? Didn't git ...
You kin talk about your racin' with your horses neck and neck--We have had one here in Cactus that's the ...
Then was my neophyte,Child in white blood bent on its kneesUnder the bell of rocks,Ducked in the twelve, disciple seasThe ...
I ain't the kind of bloke as takes to any steady job;I drives me bottle cart around the town;A bloke ...
Fancy you knowin' old Bill Barley — I haven't seen 'im since I don't know when;Him an' me made a ...
"Hullo, Alice!" "Hullo, Leon!" "Say, Alice, gi' me a couple O' them two for five cigars, Will yer?" "Where's your ...
The lawyer, are you? Well! I ain't got nothin' to say. Nothin'! I told the perlice I hadn't nothin'. They ...
As the night was falling slowly down on city, town and bush, From a slum in Jones's Alley sloped the ...
(Spring begins in southern England on the 14th April, on which date the Old Woman lets the Cuckoo out of ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
The Fire at Tranter Sweatley's THEY had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and ...
They had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and flings; But she bode wi' ...
The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its way Ez if it waited for a child to jine it ...
The day after Christmas, young Albert Were what's called, confined to his bed, With a tight kind of pain in ...
I'll tell you the tale of an old country pub As fancied itself up to date, It had the word ...
Then was my neophyte, Child in white blood bent on its knees Under the bell of rocks, Ducked in the ...
An Ancient gaffer once I knew, Who puffed a pipe and tossed a tankard; He claimed a hundred years or ...
I ain't the kind of bloke as takes to any steady job; I drives me bottle cart around the town; ...
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