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The Old Sexton William Henry Drummond	I know very well t'was purty hard case If dere 's not on de worl' some beeger place Dan village of Cote St. Paul, But we got mebbe sixty-five house...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Shanty Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	Nothin' at all like the olden days When the blokes came by in their bullock drays, When a cut o'...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Sojourner Douglas H. Mc Clintock	Oh to be a poet and write an ode Inspiration comes in deep moments of thought, For vital words that make you think, I am told Must be in a life,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Soldier Katharine Tynan	God bids the old soldier they all adored Come to Him and wait for them, clean, new-shriven, A happy doorkeeper in the House of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Song Gilbert Keith Chesterton	A livid sky on London And like the iron steeds that rear A shock of engines halted And I knew the end was near: And something said that far away,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Squire Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	I LIKE the hunting of the hare Better than that of the fox; I like the joyous morning air, And the crowing of the cocks. I like the calm...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Stoic Emily Jane Brontë	Riches I hold in light esteem; And Love I laugh to scorn; And lust of fame was but a dream That vanished with the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Stoic Emily Brontë	Riches I hold in light esteem, And Love I laugh to scorn; And lust of fame was but a dream, That vanished with the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Stone Cross William Butler Yeats	A STATESMAN is an easy man, He tells his lies by rote; A journalist makes up his lies And takes you by the throat; So stay at home' and drink your...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Superb Sir Henry Newbolt	The wind was rising easterly, the morning sky was blue, The Straits before us opened wide and free; We looked towards the Admiral, where high the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Survey Andrew Barton Paterson	Our money's all spent, to the deuce went it! The landlord, he looks glum, On the tap-room wall, in a very bad scrawl, He has chalked to us a sum. But...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Swimmer Christopher Morley	I see my old abundant youth Whee combers lean and spill, ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Swimmin' Hole James Whitcomb Riley	old...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
THE OLD TELEPHONE (Poem #151) Jean Gorney	The telephone is a wonderful invention, Calling all kinds of things to your...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Time Monsters Gary Shulman, MS. Ed.	The Old Time Monsters © Gary Shulman,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Timer's Steeplechase Andrew Barton Paterson	The sheep were shorn and the wool went down At the time of our local racing; And I'd earned a spell -- I was burnt and brown -- So I rolled my...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Times Were the Best James Whitcomb Riley	Friends, my heart is half aweary Of its happiness to-night: Though your songs are gay and cheery, And your spirits feather-light, There's a ghostly...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Tin Hat Andrew Barton Paterson	In the good old days when the Army's ways were simple and unrefined, With a stock to keep their chins in front, and a pigtail down behind, When the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Towers Of Mount Royal, Or Ville Marie Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon	On proud Mount Royal’s Eastern side, In view of St. Lawrence’s silver tide, Are two stone towers of masonry rude, With massive doors of time-darken’d...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Town Bells Eugene Osowski	The old town bells are ringing In the hand that hallows day, And I am standing on a step Above the little cay That slips beneath the fishing...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The old trail of the writer Anperlia	I love to imagime Brooding over the leaflets of many imaginations The secret doors of my own dimension. Travelling overseas to the unknown. My...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Tramp James Whitcomb Riley	An' th' Old Tramp hollered back...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Tramp. Liam Ó Comáin	No place to personally dwell An experience of 45 years Including daily knocking At other doors to beg food, Clothes,or a few bob To...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Trundle-Bed James Whitcomb Riley	O the old trundle-bed where I slept when a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Unrest. Robert Crawford	That which made us seems to fret Like a pang within us yet, As if we unfinished were, Such blind gropings in us stir, As light in an eye grown dim...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)