The Stoush O’ Day (C J Dennis Poems)
Ar, these is 'appy days! An' 'ow they've flown - Flown like the smoke of some inchanted fag;Since dear Doreen, ...
Ar, these is 'appy days! An' 'ow they've flown - Flown like the smoke of some inchanted fag;Since dear Doreen, ...
A TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF THE RIGHT HON. WILLIAM PITT.When, by th' Almighty's dread commandElijah, call'd from Israel's land, ...
(Suggested by a Picture by Mr. Romney)Under the elm a rustic seatWas merriest Susan's pet retreat To merry-make. This Relative of mine Was she seventy-and-nine When she died? By the canvas may be seen How she look'd at seventeen, As a Bride. Beneath a summer tree Her maiden reverie Has a charm; Her ringlets are in taste; What an arm! and what a waist For an arm! With her bridal-wreath, bouquet, Lace farthingale, and gay Falbala, — If Romney's touch be true, What a lucky dog were you, Grandpapa! Her lips are sweet as love; They are parting! Do they move? Are they dumb? Her eyes are blue, and beam Beseechingly, and seem To say, "Come!" What funny fancy slips From atween these cherry lips? Whisper me, Fair Sorceress in paint, What canon says I mayn't Marry thee! That good-for-nothing Time Has a confidence sublime! When I first Saw this Lady, in my youth, Her winters had, forsooth, Done their worst. Her locks, as white as snow, Once shamed the swarthy crow; By-and-by That fowl's avenging sprite Set his cruel foot for spite Near her eye. Her rounded form was lean, And her silk was bombazine: Well I wot With her needles would she sit, And for hours would she knit, — Would she not? Ah perishable clay! Her charms had dropt away One by one: But if she heaved a sigh With a burthen, it was, "Thy Will be done." In travail, as in tears, With the fardel of her years Overprest, In mercy she was borne Where the weary and the worn Are at rest. Oh if you now are there, And sweet as once you were, Grandmamma, This nether world agrees You'll all the better please Grandpapa.(Frederick Locker-Lampson)
It is an old piano, belonged to a grandmother, dead in another century. And it plays and it cries and ...
He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour. Distant, across the thundering organ-swell, In sweet discord from the ...
One August day I sat beside A caf? window open wide To let the shower-fresh ened air Blow in across ...
And thou too, dearest sister! thou art dead!The pitiless archer once again has spedAt our small circle an unerring dart.Thus, ...
MY piazza, my piazza! some boast their lordly halls,Where soften'd gleams of curtain'd light on golden treasure falls,Where pictures in ...
ONE evening 'mid the summer flown Has stamp'd my memory more than any; It pass'd us by among the many, ...
Forth to his study the sculptor goesIn a mood of lofty mirth:"Now shall the tongues of my carping foesConfess what ...
Wellington.HERE, where the surges of a world of seaBreak on our bastioned walls with league-long sweep,Four fair young queens their ...
"I AM not what I was yesterday, God knows my name. I am made in a smooth and ...
Gentlemen! a politician,One who values his position,Stands, with easy confidence,Here before you on the fence.For he knows full well, good ...
Woman s VoicePerhaps you find the angel most improbable?It spoke to men asleep, their minds ajarFor once to admit the ...
Interesting that I have to live with my skeleton. It stands, prepared to emerge, and I carry it with me-this ...
Thy world is made to fit thine own,A nursery for thy children small,The playground-footstool of thy throne,Thy solemn school-room, Father ...
Loitering in a country town, 'cos I had some time to spareI went into an antique shop, to see what ...
It corn't be helped, it corn't be stopped, When aw is done an' said; Whatever comes, whatever goes, Young folk ...
Undone, undone the lawyers are,They wander about the towne,Nor can find the way to Westminster, Now Charing-cross is downe;At the ...
To see beauty in all, is to lift our own SoulUp to loftier heights than do chose who aspireThrough culpable ...
Help Lord, for godly men have took their flight,And left the earth to be the wicked's den:Not one that standeth ...
I have a puppet-jointed child,She's but three half-years old;Through lawless hair her eyes gleam wildWith looks both shy and bold.Like ...
IThis is what happened:She refused to lean on my shoulderand it hurt. The skywas empty and the radio said good ...
I'm a fussy little fellowIn my kilt of glowing yellow; As about the garden ways I bow and bend.Many a ...
Don't despair; though Fortune frown,Fickle Fortune soon may smile:Don't despair, -- although cast down,'Tis only for a little while.Brighter days ...
Mark you the floore? that square and speckled stone, Which looks so firm and strong, ...
Doubting Thomas and loving John, Behind the others walking on: "Tell me now, John, dare you ...
How do you tackle your work each day? Are you scared of the job you find? Do you grapple the ...
I'd like to steal a day and beAll alone with little me,Little me that used to runEverywhere in search of ...
Elbert Hubbard of East Aurora was the guest of E. LeRoy Pelletier at luncheon Wednesday.-From the news column. TWO long-haired ...
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