The Swanks of Gosh (C J Dennis Poems)
Come mourn with me for the land of Gosh, Oh, weep with me for the luckless GlugsOf the land of ...
Come mourn with me for the land of Gosh, Oh, weep with me for the luckless GlugsOf the land of ...
Ar, wimmin! Wot a blinded fool I've been! I arsts meself, wot else could I ixpeck?I done me block complete ...
Government muddles, departments dazed,Fear and confusion wherever he gazed; Order insulted, authority spurned, Dread and distraction wherever he turned -Oh, ...
Brothers, have you observed the calm?Even the leaves of that symbolic palmThat denotes peace, political and otherwise, are scarcely stirredBy ...
Women is strange. You take my tip; I'm wise. I know enough to know I'll never knowThe 'uman female ...
She sung a song; an' I sat silent there,Wiv bofe 'ands grippin' 'ard on me chair; Me 'eart, that yesterdee ...
The Glugs abide in a far, far landThat is partly pebbles and stones and sand, But mainly earth of a ...
The Glugs still live in the land of Gosh,Under the rule of the great King Splosh. And they climb the ...
They climbed the trees . . . As was told before,The Glugs climbed trees in the days of yore, When ...
At any other time of yearIt might have passed, but Spring is queer. He says somethin' - I dunno - ...
I 'ave written Mick a letter in reply to one uv 'is,Where 'e arsts 'ow things is goin' where the ...
Beneath a lamp in Spring-street, on a recent calm spring night,I came unwittingly upon a most pathetic sight;A sorry spectacle ...
The world 'as got me snouted jist a treat; Crool Forchin's dirty left 'as smote me soul;An' all them joys ...
Galloping, galloping, galloping horses Weave thro' our dreaming in burgeoning Spring;There's sun in our hearts and there's sun on the ...
Spring is a flirt. Unexpectedly gleaming Over the shoulder of some far blue hill.We glimpse the blue eyes of her, ...
Spring surely must be near. High over head The kind blue heavens bend to timbers tall;And here, this morning, is ...
Wavin' corn upon the hillside,Twinklin' daisies on the rise,Mystic bushes across the ranges,Wattle in its spring-time guise,Stately gums that mark ...
Gold days give way to sudden rain, But what, I ask, of that?For I am my own man again, And ...
I am brightly alert and exceedingly pert, And my livery's easily seen;With a bright golden breast and a black-and-white crest, ...
Healesville is a smiling lass, 'Mid her encircling hills,Where down full many a mountain pass The gold of wattle spills.She ...
As I walked out one brave spring morn, When earth was young and new,I met a laughing mountain maid As ...
Dolefully and drearily Come I with the spring;Wearily and cerily My threnody I sing.Hear my drear, discordant note Sobbing, sobbing ...
They say a touch of spring is in the air; They say the wattle trees with bloom are gay;They say ...
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