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Old Town Types No. 15 - Mrs Felix Donnett Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	And her dolman, and her bustle, and elastic-sided...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Old Town Types No. 28 - Lah-Di-Dah Lane Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	His buttoned boots and finger-ring and thin Malacca cane Oh, a sight on pleasant Sundays was our Lah-di-dah...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Old Town Types No. 9 - Long John, The Snob Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	Long John the leather man: boots, bridles any a thing Fashioned out of leather, could his wise hands...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Old Town Types No.15 - Mrs Felix Donnett Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	And her dolman, and her bustle, and elastic-sided...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Old Town Types No27 - Sergeant Mat McGillicuddy Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	With his boots and buttons shining and his coat without a crease Matthew Mark McGillicuddy, Sergeant of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
On Landing At Ostend William Lisle Bowles	And chide the wayward passions that rebel: Yet boots it not to think, or to complain, Musing sad ditties to the reckless...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
On Leaving A Place Of Residence William Lisle Bowles	It boots not, so, to every chance resigned, Where'er the spot, we bear the unaltered...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
On Returning To England Alfred Austin	How should strange lands, it boots not where, Divorce one from one's native air, Or in a loyal breast dethrone...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
On The Busts Of Milton, In Youth And Age, At Stourhead William Lisle Bowles	What boots...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
On The Leaf Edge john mckiernan	''you can't fill my...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
On the University Carrier John Milton	Pulled off his boots, and took away the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
On The University Carrier Who Sickn'd In The Time Of His Vacancy, Being Forbid To Go To London, By Reason Of The Plague John Milton	Pull'd off his Boots, and took away the light: If any ask for him, it shall be sed, Hobson has supt, and 's newly...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
One Hundred and Three Henry Lawson	With his hideous dress and his heavy boots, he drags to Eternity— And the Warder says, in a softened tone: ‘Keep step, One Hundred and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Opposites Katherine Mansfield	The Half-Soled-Boots-With-Toecaps-Child Walked out into the street...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Our Mat Andrew Barton Paterson	I'd as soon wipe my boots on a gravestone, As I would on that Darlinghurst...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Our Town Awakes Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	; A magpie calls from the gum-tree tops; The pub 'boots', sweeping out the bar, Waves to the early service-car, While the town's chief toper waits...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Our visitor Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake	He’ll even, when it’s muddy, wear your...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Out Of Gas — Again (unedited) Kurt Philip Behm	it, I took off my jacket and shirt and the padded boots I wore for...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Passing Through Her Heart Nikhil Parekh	heart and soul nearly sank into my boots; and I found my trousers profusely wetted as the thunderous roar of the tiger crept...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
passionate death passionate death	boots, the kicking boots, and knocking are a cruel daytime high – hilariously shimmying off garbage...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Pawn E-4 Brent J.W. Foreman	up your boots, lace up your shoes, it's time to...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Peace Sophia jamali soufi	crushed under the boots The child Smiles at the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Peggy John Clare	Her half laced boots fit tightly as she tripped along the grass, And she set her foot so lightly where the early...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Pequeno Baby Shoes Len Lewis	First walking boots in small baby bin One colored safety diaper pin Red rubber slippers to seek and hide Jumpers...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
pirates of purveyance haiku artist	in false compartments of our boots, enslaving them for the white brothelhood of man, when no one's looking we take them out ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)