Ballade Of The C.C.F. (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
Men, brother men, who, voiceless, round us fret,How can ye credit still they are sincere?This premier and his puppet cabinet,This ...
Men, brother men, who, voiceless, round us fret,How can ye credit still they are sincere?This premier and his puppet cabinet,This ...
We shall not forget them; why should pylons raiseMute appeal for reverence, rememb'rance and regret?Spectral cold in early dawn, and ...
When Ugli, son of Wampus, of a pre-historic date,Built himself a country villa out of mud and sticks and slate;Tribal ...
Before the raid at Avion, we talked an hour or more,Of home, and hopes, and girls, and beer, of profiteers ...
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