Poetry

Written in a Lady’s Pocket-Book By  Robert Burns Grant me, indulgent Heav’n, that I may live To see the miscreants feel the pains they give, Deal Fre…

Alexander McLaughlan By  James McIntyre Lines sent to Alexander McLaughlan, Amaranth Station, with a copy of my poems: We send to you these rugged rh…

Shelly By  James McIntyre We have scarcely time to tell thee Of the strange and gifted Shelly, Kind hearted man but ill-fated, So youthful, drowned a…

Woolloomooloo By  C. J. Dennis Here's a ridiculous riddle for you:     How many o's are there in Woolloomooloo? Two for the W, two for the m,…

Elephants of the Gun-Teams By  Rudyard Kipling We lent to Alexander the strength of Hercules, The wisdom of our foreheads, the cunning of our knees. …

The True Loyal Natives By  Robert Burns Ye true "Loyal Natives," attend to my song, In uproar and riot rejoice the night long; From envy or…

A Stick of Incense By  William Butler Yeats Whence did all that fury come? From empty tomb or Virgin womb? Saint Joseph thought the world would melt …

On R.A., Esq. By  Robert Burns Know thou, O stranger to the fame Of this much lov’d, much honour’d name! (For none that knew him need be told) A warm…

Growing Up By  C. J. Dennis Little Tommy Tadpole began to weep and wail, For little Tommy Tadpole had lost his little tail;     And his mother didn&#…

Plowmen By  Robert Lee Frost A plow, they say, to plow the snow. They cannot mean to plant it, though —  Unless in bitterness to mock At having culti…

Eagle and Salmon By  James McIntyre Wilmot of fish culutre fame, To this tale he lends his name, A pair of eagles built their nest On a lofty pine tr…