#English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
. . . So I walked among the willo… There was no moon at all, at all;… There was no light at all, at all;… And I called him as his mother ca… Oh I called him all the night—tim…
A bunch of the boys were whooping… In the Malamute saloon; The kid that handles the music—box Was hitting a jag—time tune; Back of the bar, in a solo game,
Let us be thankful, Lord, for lit… The song of birds, the rapture of… Cloud—dappled skies, the laugh of… Drowned sunbeams and the perfume… Bronze wheat a—shimmer, purple sha…
Because my overcoat’s in pawn, I choose to take my glass Within a little bistro on The rue du Montparnasse; The dusty bins with bottles shine,
Because I love the soothing weed And am of sober type, I’d choose me for a friend in need A man who smokes a pipe. A cove who hasn’t much to say,
You may talk o’ your lutes and you… Your harps and your tabors and cym… But here in the trenches jist gie… The wee penny whistle o’ Sandy M… Oh, it’s: “Sandy, ma lad, will yo…
My Louis loved me oh so well And spiered me for his wife; He would have haled me from the he… That was my bawdy life: The mother of his bairns to be,
I look into the aching womb of nig… I look across the mist that masks… The moon is tired and gives but li… The stars have gone to bed. The earth is sick and seems to bre…
“Deny your God!” they ringed me w… Blood—crazed were they, and reekin… Hell—hot their hate, and venom—fan… And one man spat on me and nursed… And there was I, sore wounded and…
In Paris on a morn of May I sent a radio transalantic To catch a steamer on the way, But oh the postal fuss was frantic… They sent me here, they sent me th…
I dreamed I saw three demi—gods w… And one was small and crapulous, a… And one was eaten up with vice and… The first he spoke of secret sins,… And velvet cats and courtesans vol…
“You’re bloody right —I was a Red… The Man from Cook’s morosely said… And if our chaps had won the War Today I’d be the Governor Of all Madrid, and rule with prid…
Tramp, tramp, the grim road, the r… (I’ve 'ammered out this ditty with… Tramp, tramp, the dim road—we didn… And bellies that was ’oller was th… Tramp, tramp, the bad road, the bi…
Nurse, won’t you let him in? He’s barkin’ an’ scratchen’ the do… Makin’ so dreffel a din I jest can’t sleep any more; Out there in the dark an’ the cold…
I have some friends, some worthy f… And worthy friends are rare: These carpet slippers on my feet, That padded leather chair; This old and shabby dressing—gown,