The Martyred Democrat (C J Dennis Poems)
(Begin breezily):In Lady Lusher's drawing-room, where float the strains of ...
(Begin breezily):In Lady Lusher's drawing-room, where float the strains of ...
'Er name's Doreen…Well spare me bloomin' days!You could er knocked me down wiv 'arf a brick! Yes, me, that kids ...
The Glugs still live in the land of Gosh,Under the rule of the great King Splosh. And they climb the ...
The little gipsy vi'lits, they wus peepin' thro' the greenAs she come walkin' in the grass, me little wife, Doreen. ...
Gyved and chained in his father's home, He toiled 'neath a conqueror's rule;Bowed to the earth in the land of ...
Reynard, the Fox, was asked to a party."Come", they said, in your Sunday best,For we like good form, tho' the ...
In the everlasting summer, when the town is limp with heat,and the asphalt of the footpath curls your boots and ...
'Arry an' me is bits of sports; When the summer comes aroundWe gits our sweaters an' guns an' shorts An' ...
Our baker, Mr Brackenby, toiler in the night,Was a lean, tall, glum man whose face was very white;A brooding man ...
Oh, I dance upon the lawn in the cold, white dawn, And I gloat upon the corpses of a countless ...
They say the eagle is a bird That sees some splendid sightsWhen he soars high into the sky Upon his ...
He prospered in an olden day When down the rutted waggon track,Thro' scenes that seem a world away, His bullocks ...
Romance goes out of everything in these days of ill grace,And even old John Barleycorn grows "standardised" apace;Once henchman of ...
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 ...
They must not talk....That strong and silent creature, The male of homo sapiens, bears the banWith calm aplomb. Speech is ...
I'm a fussy little fellowIn my kilt of glowing yellow; As about the garden ways I bow and bend.Many a ...
Swe-e-et! Swe-e-et! Low at first and flattering, Full of soft seductiveness on a wheedling note.Who comes in mercy now, crumbs ...
What (said the poet) should we care For all this mad world's phantasies,For rumours rife upon the air Of terrors ...
I don't know what's come to the summer In these dull and decadent years;But a fellow grows glummer and glummer ...
Now comes the time when we douse flies With various kinds of sprays -The sand flies, and the house flies, ...
Up and down the roads they go -- Vale to hill, and hill to vale --Leading on to Omeo Over ...
Where the road's white bracelet runs Round the cliff 'twixt bush and sea,Gleaming 'neath the summer's suns There she rests ...
With the advent of the AutumnTrees behave as Nature taught 'em; Maple, Sumach, Plum and Poplar, and the Chestnut known ...
When dandelions star the fields Another alien singer, I,Nursed upon England's flowery wealds,Seeking no tithe of treasured yields, Drop sudden ...
Dolefully and drearily Come I with the spring;Wearily and cerily My threnody I sing.Hear my drear, discordant note Sobbing, sobbing ...
Golden bird whose golden voice, When the summer days wax long --Cheery optimist from choiceBids the feathered world rejoice With ...
Not upon the crowded beaches Where the sun beats fierce and hot;Not upon the river reaches In a ...
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