Natty Nancy (John Hartley Poems)
"Mooar fowk get wed nor what do weel," A've heeard mi mother say;But mooast young lads an lasses too, Think just th' ...
John Hartley Poems on War & Peace (14 Poems)
The Old Bachelor’s Story (John Hartley Poems)
It was an humble cottage, Snug in a rustic lane,Geraniums and fuschias peep'd From every window-pane;The dark-leaved ivy dressed its walls, Houseleek adorned ...
Duffin Johnny. (A Rifleman’s Adventure.) (John Hartley Poems)
Th' mooin shone breet wi' silver leet, An th' wind wor softly sighin;Th' burds did sleep, an th' snails did creep, An ...
Matty’s Reason (John Hartley Poems)
"Nah, Matty! what meeans all this fuss? Tha'rt as back'ard as back'ard can be;Ther must be some reason, becoss It used to ...
Th’ First O’Th Sooart (John Hartley Poems)
Aw heeard a funny tale last neet--Aw could'nt howd fro' laffin--'Twor at th' Bull's Heead we chonced to meet,An' spent ...
Coortin Days (John Hartley Poems)
Coortin days,--Coortin days,--loved one an lover!What wod aw give if those days could come ovver?Weddin is joyous,--its pleasur unstinted;But coortin ...
Love one Another (John Hartley Poems)
Let's love one another, it's better bi far;Mak peace wi yor Brother--it's better nor war!Life's rooad's rough enuff,--let's mak it ...
Take Heart! (John Hartley Poems)
Roughest roads, we often find, Lead us on to th' nicest places;Kindest hearts oft hide behind Some o'th' plainest-lukkin faces.Flaars whose colors ...
What They Say (John Hartley Poems)
They say 'at its a waste o' brass--a nasty habit too,--A thing 'at noa reight-minded chap wod ivver think to ...
Bonny Yorksher (John Hartley Poems)
Bonny Yorksher! how aw love thi! Hard an rugged tho' thi face is;Ther's an honest air abaat thi, Aw ne'er find i' ...
What It Comes To (John Hartley Poems)
Young Alick gate wed, as all gradely chaps do, An tuk Sally for better or war;A daycenter felly ne'er foller'd a ...
Peter’s Prayer (John Hartley Poems)
His face wor varry thin an pale, His een wor strangely breet;His old rags flapt i'th' wintry gale, An shooless wor his ...
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 ...
Shut Out (John Hartley Poems)
_"The drunkard shall not enter the Kingdom of Heaven."_ Far, far beyond the skies, The land of promise lies; When Death our souls ...