Good poems
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Here Lies Poor Nick
© Smith Sydney
Here lies poor Nick, an honest creature,Of faithful, gentle, courteous nature;A parlour pet unspoil'd by favour,A pattern of good dog behaviour
Empty Bed Blues
© Smith Bessie
I woke up this mornin'with an awful achin' head,I woke up this mornin'with an awful achin' head,My new man left me,Just a room and an empty bed.
Good Friday
© Arthur James Marshall Smith
This day upon the bitter treeDied one who had he willedCould have dried up the wide sea And the wind stilled,
Ballade un peu banale
© Arthur James Marshall Smith
The bellow of good Master Bull Astoundeth gentil CowThat standeth in the meadow cool Where cuckoo singeth now.
Shrapnel
© Skeyhill Tom
I was sittin' in me dug-out, An' was feelin' dinkum good,Chewin' Queensland bully beef, An' biscuits 'ard as wood
I must not teaze my Mother
© Sigourney Lydia Huntley
I must not teaze my Mother; For she is very kind,And every thingshe says to me, I must directly mind:For when I was a baby
Astrophel and Stella: Fift Song
© Sir Philip Sidney
While fauour fed my hope, delight with hope was brought,Thought waited on delight, and speech did follow thought:Then grew my tongue and pen records vnto thy glorie:I thought all words were lost, that were not spent of thee:I thought each place was darke but where thy lights would be,And all eares worse then deafe, that heard not out thy storie
Astrophel and Stella: 105
© Sir Philip Sidney
Vnhappie sight, and hath she vanisht bySo neere, in so good time so free a place?Dead glasse doest thou thy object so imbrace,As what my heart still sees thou canst not spie?I sweare by her I loue and lacke, that IWas not in fault, who bent thy dazling raceOnely vnto the heau'n of Stellas face,Counting but dust what in the way did lie
Astrophel and Stella: 96
© Sir Philip Sidney
Thought with good cause thou likest so well the night,Since kind or chance giues both one liuerie,Both sadly black, both blackly darkned be,Night bard from Sun, thou from thy owne Sun light;Silence in both displaies his sullen might,Slow heauinesse in both holds one degree,That full of doubts, thou of perplexitie;Thy teares expresse nights natiue moisture right
Astrophel and Stella: 92
© Sir Philip Sidney
Be your words made (good Sir) of Indian ware,That you allow me them by so small rate?Or do you cutted Spartanes imitate,Or do you meane my tender eares to spare?That to my questions you so totall are,When I demaund of Phœnix Stellas state,You say forsooth, you left her well of late:O God, thinke you that satisfies my care?I would know whether she sit or walke,How cloth'd, how waited on, sigh'd she or smilde,Whereof, with whom, how often did she talke,With what pastime, times journey she beguilde,If her lips daig'nd to sweeten my poore name,Say all, and all, well sayd, still say the same
Astrophel and Stella: 83
© Sir Philip Sidney
Good brother Philip, I haue borne you long,I was content you should in fauour creepe,While craftily you seem'd your cut to keepe,As though that faire soft hand did you great wrong
Astrophel and Stella: 78
© Sir Philip Sidney
O how the pleasant aires of true loue beInfected by those vapours, which ariseFrom out that noysome gulfe, which gaping liesBetweene the jawes of hellish Iealousie
Astrophel and Stella: 71
© Sir Philip Sidney
Who will in fairest booke of Nature know,How Vertue may best lodg'd in beautie be,Let him but learne of Loue to read in theeStella, those faire lines, which true goodnesse show
Astrophel and Stella: 68
© Sir Philip Sidney
Stella, the onely Planet of my light,Light of my life, and life of my desire,Chiefe good, whereto my hope doth only aspire,World of my wealth, and heau'n of my delight
Astrophel and Stella: 65
© Sir Philip Sidney
Loue by sure proofe I may call thee vnkind,That giu'st no better eare to my just cries:Thou whom to me such my good turnes should bind,As I may well recount, but none can prize:For when nak'd boy thou couldst no harbour findIn this old world, growne now so too too wise:I lodg'd thee in my heart, and being blindBy Nature borne, I gaue to thee mine eyes
