A Spring Song (C J Dennis Poems)
The world 'as got me snouted jist a treat; Crool Forchin's dirty left 'as smote me soul;An' all them joys ...
The world 'as got me snouted jist a treat; Crool Forchin's dirty left 'as smote me soul;An' all them joys ...
I wash me 'ands uv 'im, I tells 'em straight. "You women can do wot yeh dash well like.I leave ...
Read ye here the song as sung By a chief named, briefly, Ung.In the days when arguments were manly ...
Why stone the crows! 'e sez. "I like 'er style, But alwiz, some'ow, women 'ave appearedSet fer to 'old me ...
Young friend, 'e sez . . . Young friend! Well, spare me days! Yeh'd think I wus 'is own white ...
When I go back from Billy's place I always have to roamThe mazy road, the crazy road that leads the ...
VOICE OF THE PEOPLE (wailing dismally):"Who can deliver us, Lord of our destiny! Out of the depths comes our passionate ...
Once an anthropoidal ape, Hairy, savage, strange of shape,On a day that was excessively B.C., In a forest damp ...
Joseph Jones and Peter Dawking Strove in an election fight; And you'd think, to hear them talking, ...
Peace, perfect peace. . . . Come, lay aside your gun.The danger zone is past; the gauntlet run.The bark of ...
Hawkins wasn't in the swim at all in Dingo Flat, And to bait him was our chiefest form of ...
Alfred Ebenezer Jackson was a very earnest man,Who aspired to be a statesman, and he consequently ranAt a general election ...
A patriot spake thus to an eager throng:"Give me the power and I shall right each wrong.And Fortune, smiling, on ...
Listening (said the old, grey Digger) . . . With my finger on the trigger I was listening in the ...
He has made many meals On the Lib'rals of late, And the way that he feels ...
Now, I always have preserved a certain attitude Quite definite in reference to Work --('Tis futility concealingThat I have the ...
Gentlemen! a politician,One who values his position,Stands, with easy confidence,Here before you on the fence.For he knows full well, good ...
A city clerk was Henry Brown,Whose suburb knew nor tram nor train;And ev'ry morn he walked to town. From nine ...
When I rode with young Sid Kidman out across the Yarrowie Plain --In that year the Long Drought ended, and ...
Brothers!(I address myself to that chosen few -- which includes you,My dear reader -- whoAre men of understanding, bright intellect ...
Galloping, galloping, galloping horses Weave thro' our dreaming in burgeoning Spring;There's sun in our hearts and there's sun on the ...
I said goodbye to the bees last Friday week,To blooms, and to things like these, for Winter bleak Was shouting ...
Can this be the old town of wheat-teams and saddle-hacks, Of Ted Toll's smithy, with the anvil ringing clear,Of stacks ...
Can it be I -- this Hindenburg, deferring To demagogues, catch phrases, lucky charmsAnd all this mummery about me stirring? ...
Gold days give way to sudden rain, But what, I ask, of that?For I am my own man again, And ...
We curse our lot; we gird at fate; Like peevish children we complain;Hope dies, and life grows desperate Because of ...
Nay, Mr Speaker, let the ideal stay, The picture that voters have in mindOf Solons in debate far leagues away ...
Now, children, in this lesson of a rather novel sortLet us dwell, however briefly, on the moral phase of sport, ...
Oh, how I hate these chills, these winter ills, Bleak blasts and breezes;Abominate the "flu," the fierce "Tishoo" -- All ...
Bill? Oh, him ... Well, he's taken a knock. Real sad when I spoke to him last;Sufferin' like from a ...
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