Poems by John Shaw Neilson
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The Green Singer
... All players have shadows, &emsp ...
Old Granny Sullivan
... She feels for them, though some, alas! have brought her grief and shame: ...
A Protest And A Protest
... and when she protested, they kicked her ...
The Smoker Parrot
... He has the full moon on his breast ...
The Meeting Of Sighs
... For lean years and lone years&emsp ...
You And Yellow Air
... And the flowered follies there, ...
The Poor, Poor Country
... The New Year came with heat and thirst and the little lakes were low, ...
The Poor Can Feed the Birds
... The rich have fear, perchance their God is dim ...
Song for a Singer
... The world will mourn you neither less nor more ...
May
... Up the long hill I see the slow plough leave ...
The Land Where I Was Born
... But the queens all strayed from the place we played,&emsp ...
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