Christmas Day In the Workhouse (George Robert Sims Poems)
It is Christmas Day in the Workhouse,And the cold bare walls are brightWith garlands of green and holly,And the place ...
It is Christmas Day in the Workhouse,And the cold bare walls are brightWith garlands of green and holly,And the place ...
HARK! the Lambeth Guardians sing:Glory to the new-born King;Glory to the gun and swordThat will teach the German hordeIn a ...
Scene I—Marriage of Sir R. Peel With Lady E. HaySee yonder gorgeous fane, its doors expand,Throng'd with the rank, wealth, ...
Merrily rang out the midnight bells, Glad tidings of joy for all;As crouched a little shiv'ring child, Close by the churchyard wall.The ...
Drudgery all the day, Drudgery half the night,—Scolded about and worried away,Begrudged of sleep, and victuals and pay,And always in dread ...
To Britannia.Nay, all this availeth thee nothing— Thy prestige, thy power, and estate,Thy glory, honour, and riches; An enemy sits in the ...
Luck, boys, luck! — a nugget of goldBig as my fist in the blest black mould!Luck! — a gallon of ...
I.MY lay is ended! closed the circling year, From Spring's first dawn to Winter's darkling night; The moan of sorrow, ...
It dawned a morn to make a heart despair, East was the wind and chill the April air. No beast ...
The merry brown hares came leapingOver the crest of the hill,Where the clover and corn lay sleepingUnder the moonlight still.Leaping ...
I'm a lover of night-life in LondonWhen I start I can go pretty fastI've blotted me copy book I must ...
Reveille was sounding on barrack-squares,and the wind of dawn blew on lighted stairs.It was the hour when a swarm of ...
BURIED IN FAHAN CHURCHYARDAlone with Christ in this sequester'd placeThy sweet soul learn'd its quietude of grace;On sufferers waiting in ...
Hunger points a bony fingerTo the workhouse on the hill,But the little children lingerWhile there's flowers to gather stillFor my ...
1891 There were thirty million English who talked of England's might, There were twenty broken troopers who lacked a bed ...
For things we never mention, For Art misunderstood -- For excellent intention That did not turn to good; From ancient ...
Would you hear a Wild tale of adventure Of a hero who tackled the sea, A super-man swimming the ocean, ...
Old Elm that murmured in our chimney top The sweetest anthem autumn ever made And into mellow whispering calms would ...
In the worst hour of the worst season of the worst year of a whole people a man set out ...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
FROM those drear solitudes and frowsy cells, Where Infamy with sad Repentance dwells; Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast, ...
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