#English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
When Jack took Nell into his arms He knew he acted ill, And thought as he enjoyed her charms Of his fiancée Jill. “Poor dear,” he sighed, “she dreams of m…
Before I drink myself to death, God, let me finish up my Book! At night, I fear, I fight for breath, And wake up whiter than a spook; And crawl off to a bistro near,
I thought I would go daft when Joey die… He was my first, and wise beyond his yea… For nigh a hundred nights I cried and c… Until my weary eyes burned up my tears. Willie and Rosie tried to comfort me:
A Belgian Priest—Soldier Speaks; GURR! You cochon! Stand and fight! Show your mettle! Snarl and bite! Spawn of an accursed race, Turn and meet me face to face!
#1916 #Americans #RhymesOfARedCrossMan
When Aunt Jane died we hunted round, And money everywhere we found. How much I do not care to say, But no death duties will we pay, And Aunt Jane will be well content
A father’s pride I used to know, A mother’s love was mine; For swinish husks I let them go, And bedded with the swine. Since then I’ve come on evil days
Till midnight her needle she plied To finish her pretty pink dress; “Oh, bless you, my darling,” she sighed; “I hope you will be a success.” As she entered the Oddfellow’s Hall
Let laureates sing with rapturous swing Of the wonder and glory of work; Let pulpiteers preach and with passion i… The indolent wretches who shirk. No doubt they are right: in the stress o…
Tramp, tramp, the grim road, the road fr… (I’ve 'ammered out this ditty with me br… Tramp, tramp, the dim road—we didn’t ‘av… And bellies that was ’oller was the drum… Tramp, tramp, the bad road, the bits o’…
Heigh ho! to sleep I vainly try; Since twelve I haven’t closed an eye, And now it’s three, and as I lie, From Notre Dame to St. Denis The bells of Paris chime to me;
When first I left Blighty they gave me… And told me it ‘ad to be smothered wiv g… But blimey! I ’aven’t been able to stai… So far as I’ve gone wiv the vintage of… For ain’t it a fraud! when a Boche and…
Is it because I’m bent and grey, Though wearing rather well, That I can slickly get away With all the yarns I tell? Is it because my bleary eye
The cow-moose comes to water, and the be… The net is in the eddy of the stream; The teepee stars the vivid sward with ru… And in the velvet gloom the fire’s a-gle… The night is ripe with quiet, rich with…
#1912 #Americans #RhymesOfARollingStone
God gave you guts: don’t let Him down; Brace up, be worthy of His giving. The road’s a rut, the sky’s a frown; I know you’re plumb fed up with living. Fate birches you, and wry the rod . . .
You talk o’ prayer an’ such — Well, I jest don’t know how; I guess I got as much Religion as a cow. I fight an’ drink an’ swear;