All Poems

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Body Shop

© L'Abbé Sonnet

Your body's got the wrong features?Oh, wainh, wainh!

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Mortality

© Knox William

(Job, iii. Ecclesiastes, i.)

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The Incarnation

© Knox Isa Craig

Not in cloud and not in thunder,Filling all the world with wonder, Came to earth the Lord of earth;But with helpless cries and tears,Mid a mother's pains and fears, Entered by the gate of birth.

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Upon Julia's Clothes

© Knox Edmund George Valpy

["Toy dogs with coats to match their owner's furs were afeature of the recent show at the Horticultural Hall."Daily Press.]

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The Obstructionist

© Knox Edmund George Valpy

She was not built upon a beauteous plan; I did not like her face or features much,The lady who was talking to the man Behind the little hutch.

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Two Canadian Memorials

© Rudyard Kipling

We giving all gained all. Neither lament us nor praise.Only in all things recall, It is Fear, not Death that slays.

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A Servant

© Rudyard Kipling

We were together since the War began.He was my servant--and the better man.

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An Only Son

© Rudyard Kipling

I have slain none except my Mother. She(Blessing her slayer) died of grief for me.

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McAndrew's Hymn

© Rudyard Kipling

Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream,An', taught by time, I tak' it so--exceptin' always Steam

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How the Camel Got his Hump

© Rudyard Kipling

The Camel's hump is an ugly lump Which well you may see at the Zoo;But uglier yet is the hump we get From having too little to do.

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Gentlemen-Rankers

© Rudyard Kipling

To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned, To my brethren in their sorrow overseas,Sings a gentleman of England cleanly bred, machinely crammed, And a trooper of the Empress, if you please

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The Woodlouse

© King Edith L. M.

The woodlouse looks as if he were A mediæval knight,Who's found it wiser not to keep His armour very bright.

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To a Kaffir Baby

© King Edith L. M.

Kaffir baby, Kaffir baby, Going to the kraal,Are you really comfortable Hanging in your shrawl?

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Thunder at Night

© King Edith L. M.

Drop, drop, splash, splash, A vivid flashThat rends the dark asunder;

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The Centipede

© King Edith L. M.

I've often watched you, centipede,And I can't think howeverYou manage those long rows of feet --You must be very clever.

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Cattle in Trucks

© King Edith L. M.

Poor cows, poor sheep,I weep, I weepTo see you packed so tight;While nought you knowOf where you goBy empty day and night.

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The Pessimist

© Benjamin Franklin King

Nothing to do but work, Nothing to eat but food,Nothing to wear but clothes To keep one from going nude.

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Injun Summah

© Benjamin Franklin King

De Injun summah's comin',De bees is all froo hummin',De watah-mellon thumbin' Has passed long time ago