Old Town Types No. 3 – Mrs Dibbs (C J Dennis Poems)
Mrs Dibbs, the washerwoman, coming down the street,Shabby old "elastic-sides" on her funny feet As she toddles by the pub, ...
Mrs Dibbs, the washerwoman, coming down the street,Shabby old "elastic-sides" on her funny feet As she toddles by the pub, ...
As a child in some far and quiet placeBy earth scarce stirr'dGrows shy as is some forest bird,And almost feareth ...
'Tis not by selfish miser's greed The great rewards of love are given; 'Tis not the cynic's haughty creed ...
Above the vale of Inkerman, Calmly the moon's rays fell, Revealing as by light of day, That deep and ...
And now the bell, — the bell She had so often heard by night and day And listened to ...
Friend to the wretch whom every friend forsakes,I woo thee, Death! — Life and all its joysI leave to those ...
Let us loiter awhile on this beautiful hill,—The last time, perhaps, we shall meet on its brow;The days that so ...
Woman s VoicePerhaps you find the angel most improbable?It spoke to men asleep, their minds ajarFor once to admit the ...
SILENCE is mine, and everlasting peace; My heart is empty, waiting for its Lord; All hope, all passion, all desire ...
Four horseman rode out from the heart of the range,Four horseman with aspects forbidding and strange.They were booted and spurred, ...
We were speakin' of excitement, an' the hair upliftin' thrills That sorter dot life's landscape, like the bill board ads. ...
Oh sharp diamond, my mother! I could not count the cost of all your faces, your moods- that present that ...
The harvest moon was shinin'As Murtagh came from the fair,And Oh! The scent of the new-mown hayAnd the gorsebloom in ...
Mr Mead, the printer -- so the townsfolk called him; But never in his presence since his reign began;Such a ...
Within my palm, like roseleaves, dainty, sweet, I fold with tenderest love two little feet-- Two little feet, twin flow'rets ...
ON thy beds of clover playing, Pretty Insect, why so gay?Why so blithely dress'd this morning? 'Tis to ...
With her a boy of fifteen summers came.Into the presence of the lad did passAn influence from a climate as ...
Now o'er the landscape crowd the deepening shades, And the shut lily cradles not the bee;The red deer couches in ...
When you were just our little boy, on many a night we crept Unto your cot and watched o'er ...
HOW soft are the day dreams, how sweet are the slumbers Of him who reclines on the lap of ...
Be you near, or be you far,Let my blessing, like a star, Shine upon you everywhere!And in each lone evening ...
AN OLD MAN'S OPTIMISM I'Tis dark around on either hand-Old I am, marching in a mountain land.Will the dawn never ...
The ParentsYOUR father still walks in a garden of roses,Praising the gracious Creator of all;In comfort and rapture your mother ...
I know, Lord, Thou hast sent Him-- Thou art so good to me!-- But Thou hast only lent ...
Here's the criminal's friend, delightful evening:come like an accomplice, with a wolf's loping:slowly the sky's vast vault hides each feature,and ...
FOR A BROTHER'S INSTALLATIONLord, are there any stones upon the way,That tear Thy bleeding feet?If our weak hands can move ...
There's a stretcher coming down there lads,stand back and give them room,We move close to the edge of the muddy ...
Pit his back against a chair, Let us see if he can gang,But be ready wi' your han' If he ...
The swevens came up round Harold the Earl,Like motes in the sunnes beam;And over him stood the Weird Lady,In her ...
WERE there no crowns on earth, No evergreen to weave a hero's wreath, That he must pass beyond the gates ...
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