Lass O’Th Haley Hill (John Hartley Poems)
O winds 'at blow, an flaars 'at grow, O sun, an stars an mooin!Aw've loved yo long, as weel yo know, An ...
Poems about wor (20 Poems)
Mi Old Umberel (John Hartley Poems)
What matters if some fowk deride, An point wi' a finger o' scorn?Th' time wor tha wor lukt on wi' pride, Befooar ...
My Polly (John Hartley Poems)
My Polly's varry bonny, Her een are black an breet;They shine under her raven locks, Like stars i'th' dark o'th' neet.Her little ...
Lines, On Finding A Butterfly In A Weaving Shed. (John Hartley Poems)
Nay surelee tha's made a mistak; Tha'rt aght o' thi element here;Tha may weel goa an' peark up oth' thack, Thi bonny ...
Bless ’em! (John Hartley Poems)
O, the lasses, the lasses, God bless 'em!His heart must be hard as a stooan'At could willingly goa an distress ...
Tracin’ Tales (Raymond Garfield Dandridge Poems)
No doubt dat you lak to know jes whut wuz ailin' us,Why me and Maffew Pleasen'view had dat tremandus fuss;So ...
Young Jockey (John Hartley Poems)
Young Jockey he bowt him a pair o' new shooin, Ooin, ooin, ry diddle dooin!Young Jockey he bowt him a pair ...
Come Thi Ways! (John Hartley Poems)
Bonny lassie, come thi ways, An let us goa together!Tho' we've met wi stormy days, Ther'll be some sunny weather.An if joy ...
The Chairman’s Song (John Hartley Poems)
Hold up yer heads, tho' at poor workin men Simple rich ens may laff an' may scorn; May be they ne'er haddled ...
Hold Up Yer Heeads (John Hartley Poems)
Hold up yer heeads, tho' at poor workin men Simple rich ens may laff an may scorn;Maybe they ne'er haddled ther ...
A Little Word (John Hartley Poems)
A little word 'at's easy sed, Sometimes may heal a smart; A cruel word or luk instead, May help to braik a heart. Men ...
An Acrostic (John Hartley Poems)
H a! if yo'd nobbut known that lass,A w'm sure yo'd call her bonny;N oa other could her charms surpass,N ...
The Old Jew (Maxwell Bodenheim Poems)
No fawn-tinged hospital pajamas could cheat him of his austerity,Which tamed even the doctors with its pure fire.They examined him ...
Wallace: Book III (Blind Hary Poems)
In Ioyows Iulii, quhen the flouris suete,Degesteable engenered throu the heet,Baith erbe and froyte, busk and bewis, braidHaboundandlye in euiry ...
Bedfordshire Ballad – IV (E W Bowling Poems)
Home, Sweet Home. I'm a Bedfordshire Chap, and Bill Stumps is my name, And to tell it don't give me ...
An Idyl Of The Road (Francis Bret Harte Poems)
(SIERRAS, 1876)DRAMATIS PERSONAEFirst TouristSecond TouristYuba Bill, DriverA StrangerFIRST TOURISTLook how the upland plunges into cover, Green where the pines fade ...
Alysoun (Anonymous Americas Poems)
An hendy hap ichabbe yhent; Ichot, from hevene it is me sent; From ...
V (Tony Harrison Poem)
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
Part 8 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...