The Kid (C J Dennis Poems)
My son! . . . Them words, jist like a blessed song,Is singin' in me 'eart the 'ole day long; ...
My son! . . . Them words, jist like a blessed song,Is singin' in me 'eart the 'ole day long; ...
I'm standin' at the corner uv the Lane -- The Land called Spadgers -- waiting fer 'is jills.The night's come ...
If I'd 'a' played me Jack on that there Ten Sez Peter Begg, "I might 'a' made the lot.""'Ow could ...
Ar, wimmin! Wot a blinded fool I've been! I arsts meself, wot else could I ixpeck?I done me block complete ...
Now Sym was a Glug; and 'tis mentioned soThat the tale reads perfectly plain as we go. In his veins ...
Sowin' things an' growin' things, an' watchin' of 'em grow;That's the game, my father said, an' father ought to know."Settin' ...
Now Joi, the rebel, he had a son In far, far Gosh where the tall trees wave.Said Joi: "In Gosh ...
Now, be the Hokey Fly! sez Peter Begg."Suppose 'e comes 'ome with a wooden leg. Suppose 'e isn't fit to ...
I've knowed ole Flood this last five year or more;I knoo 'im when 'is Syd went to the war. A ...
I wus pickin' gipsy vi'lits fer to try an' square Doreen.We 'ad words . . . about pianners - fer ...
'E calls me Digger; that's 'ow 'e begins.'E sez 'e's only 'arf a man; an' grins. Judged be 'is nerve, ...
Why do they do it? I dunno, Sez Digger Smith. "Yeh got me beat.Some uv the yarns yeh 'ear is ...
We were cartin' lathes and palin's from the slopes of Mount St. Leonard,With our axles near the road-bed and the ...
The sun burns hotly thro' the gumsAs down the road old Rogan comes - The hatter from the lonely ...
Now, Ma-til-der! Ain't cher dressed yet? I declare, the girl ain't up!Last as ushul. Move yerself, you sleepy'-ead!Are you goin' ...
Once an anthropoidal ape, Hairy, savage, strange of shape,On a day that was excessively B.C., In a forest damp ...
I knew an old philanthropist, a farming man was he,Shrewd at a deal, but still withal a man of charity.He ...
A man was Peter Myloh, strong-browed and black of face,Australian Aboriginal, son of a dark doomed race. And even I, ...
Still I've the picture of him -- Flash Phil Galloway; In a shining dog-cart driving down the road;Spanking ponies dashing ...
It was the schooner Desperate That sailed the southern sea,And the skipper had brought his little daughter To our centenary.Blue ...
We have heard of the mythical lands of the East And of caliphs and sultans galore;Of Haroun al Raschid, of ...
I'm a fussy little fellowIn my kilt of glowing yellow; As about the garden ways I bow and bend.Many a ...
Let 'em come, by gum! That's all I say.Let me see one of 'em up this way,With their sacks a-back ...
I knew a policeman once -- And this is true as it ever could be --Who made me feel an ...
Aw, chuck the mail bags over there, It's great to have 'em brought by air; But, now they're ...
Albert, King of the Belgians, Lived for his whole reign thro'The father and friend of his people, Soldier and statesman, ...
The digger's cultured daughter: Her youth was wildly free.Now by the placid water Of tree-girt WendoureeShe walks, a gracious lady, ...
I wonder what the Jacks have got to laugh and laugh about.I'm sure the worms don't see the joke when ...
Give me a dad who knows his place And never gives me cheek,And a mother mild who treats her child ...
You are much too big to dandle,And I will not leave the candle. Go to sleep.You are growing naughty, ...
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