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 ...
Now Sym was a Glug; and 'tis mentioned soThat the tale reads perfectly plain as we go. In his veins ...
An'—wilt—yeh—take—this—woman—fer—to—be Yer—wedded—wife?— . . . O, strike me! Will I wot?Take 'er? Doreen? 'E stan's there arstin' me! As if ...
Jist 'ere it gripped me, on a sudden, like a red-'ot knife.I wus diggin' in the garden, talkin' pleasant to ...
Brothers, have you observed the calm?Even the leaves of that symbolic palmThat denotes peace, political and otherwise, are scarcely stirredBy ...
There's a breeze about the mountains, it is singin' in the treesA song to mock the little men who chose ...
Ho! the sky's as blue as blazes an' the sun is shinin' bright, An' the dicky birds is singin' over'ead,An' ...
The Glugs still live in the land of Gosh,Under the rule of the great King Splosh. And they climb the ...
Women is strange. You take my tip; I'm wise. I know enough to know I'll never knowThe 'uman female ...
Unless you 'ide that axe, she sez, "'E'll 'urt 'imself reel bad.An' after all - Now, Bill, don't cry! - ...
They climbed the trees . . . As was told before,The Glugs climbed trees in the days of yore, When ...
Oh, my brothers do not wrangle. When the sweets of office dangle At a most inviting angle ...
When I'm sittin' in me dug-out wiv me rifle on me knees,An' a yowlin', 'owlin' chorus comes a-floatin' up the ...
At any other time of yearIt might have passed, but Spring is queer. He says somethin' - I dunno - ...
Now Joi, the rebel, he had a son In far, far Gosh where the tall trees wave.Said Joi: "In Gosh ...
Now, when a bloke 'e cracks a bloke fer insults to a skirt, An' wrecks a joint to square a ...
'Eroes? Orright. You 'ave it 'ow yeh like. Throw up yer little 'at an' come the glad;But not too much ...
Hi, it's a funny world! This mornin' when I wokeI saw red robin on the fence, an' heard the words ...
A man's a mug. I've worked the 'ole thing out To-day, down in the orchard where I sat ...
Sowin' things an' growin' things, an' watchin' of 'em grow;That's the game, my father said, an' father ought to know."Settin' ...
When old ADAM bit the apple, And thereafter had to grappleWith hard toil to earn ...
Now this is the ballad of Jeremy Jones, And likewise of Bobadil Brown,Of the Snooks and the Snaggers and Macs ...
See, I'm writin' to Mick as a bloke to a bloke - To a cobber o' mine at the front ...
It was thus in the beginning: With a sporting chance of winning, Jones contested an election years ago.He was young, ...
Now, be the Hokey Fly! sez Peter Begg."Suppose 'e comes 'ome with a wooden leg. Suppose 'e isn't fit to ...
The veil was rent, and mundane Time merged in Eternity;And I beheld the End of Things. I heard the Last ...
Ole Mother Moon 'oo yanks 'er beamin' dile Acrost the sky when we've grown sick o' day,She's like some fat ...
She sung a song; an' I sat silent there,Wiv bofe 'ands grippin' 'ard on me chair; Me 'eart, that yesterdee ...
Once on a time, a party by the name of Mr. BULLDiscovered that with many schemes his hands were pretty ...
There was once a Simple People - (you, of course, will understandThis is just a little fable of a non-existent ...
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