Th’ Traitle Sop (John Hartley Poems)
Once in a little country taan A grocer kept a shop,And sell'd amang his other things, Prime traitle-drink and pop;Teah, coffee, currans, ...
John Hartley Poems on Hope (15 Poems)
Angels Of Sunderland. In Memoriam, June 16th, 1893. (John Hartley Poems)
On the sixteenth of June, eighteen eighty-three, The children of Sunderland hastened to see, Strange wonders performed by a mystic man, Believing,--as only ...
Old Moorcock (John Hartley Poems)
Awm havin a smook bi misel, Net a soul here to spaik a word to,Awve noa gossip to hear nor to ...
Red Stockin (John Hartley Poems)
Shoo wor shoeless, an shiverin, an weet,-- Her hair flyin tangled an wild:Shoo'd just been browt in aght o'th street, Wi drink ...
Done Agean (John Hartley Poems)
Aw've a rare lump o' beef on a dish, We've some bacon 'at's hung up o' th' thack,We've as mich gooid ...
Mak A Gooid Start (John Hartley Poems)
Let's mak a gooid start, nivver fear What grum'lers an growlers may say;That nivver need cause yo a tear, For whear ther's ...
Love An’ Labor (John Hartley Poems)
Th' swallows are buildin ther nests, Jenny, Th' springtime has come with its flowers;Th' fields in ther greenest are drest, Jenny, An ...
Mary (John Hartley Poems)
My Mary's as sweet as the flowers that grow, By the side of the brooklet that runs near her cot;Her brow ...
Once Agean Welcome (John Hartley Poems)
Once agean welcome! oh, what is ther grander,When years have rolled by sin' yo left an old friend?An what cheers ...
De Profundis (John Hartley Poems)
Down in the deeps of dark despair and woe;-- Of Death expectant;--Hope I put aside;Counting the heartbeats, slowly, yet more slow,-- Marking ...
Sing On (John Hartley Poems)
Sing on, tha bonny burd, sing on, sing on; Aw connot sing;A claad hings ovver me, do what aw con Fresh troubles ...
Act Square (John Hartley Poems)
"Another day will follow this," Ah,--that shall sewerly be,But th' day 'at dawns to-morn, my lad, May nivver dawn for thee,This day ...
Now And Then (John Hartley Poems)
Did we but know what lurks beyond the NOW; Could we but see what the dim future hides;Had we some power ...
In My Garden Of Roses (John Hartley Poems)
Oh! Come to me, darling! My Sweet! Here where the sunlight reposes;Pink petals lie thick at my feet, Here in my garden ...
Passing Events (John Hartley Poems)
Passing events,--tell, what are they I pray?Are they some novelty?--Nay, nay, nay!Ever since the world its course began,Since the breath ...