Category: Poem

PICCANINNIES BY ISABEL MAUD PEACOCKE 0

PICCANINNIES BY ISABEL MAUD PEACOCKE

PICCANINNIES If your heart is pure, and your eyes are clear, And you come the one right day of the year, And eat of the fruit of the Magic Tree The wee Bush Folk...

THE PARSON (REYNARD THE FOX, 1920) by JOHN MASEFIELD 0

THE PARSON (REYNARD THE FOX, 1920) by JOHN MASEFIELD

And with him came the stock which grew him— The parson and his sporting wife, She was a stout one, full of life With red, quick, kindly, manly face. She held the knave, queen,...

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THE CLERGYMAN (REYNARD THE FOX, 1920) by JOHN MASEFIELD

A pommle cob came trotting up, Round-bellied like a drinking-cup, Bearing on back a pommle man Round-bellied like a drinking-can. The clergyman from Condicote. His face was scarlet from his trot, His white hair...

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THE PLOUGHMAN (REYNARD THE FOX, 1920) by JOHN MASEFIELD

At twenty past, old Baldock strode His ploughman’s straddle down the road. An old man with a gaunt, burnt face; His eyes rapt back on some far place, Like some starved, half-mad saint in...

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THE MEET (REYNARD THE FOX, 1920) by JOHN MASEFIELD

The meet was at “The Cock and PyeBy Charles and Martha Enderby,” The grey, three-hundred-year-old inn Long since the haunt of BenjaminThe highwayman, who rode the bay. The tavern fronts the coaching way, The...