Poems by Horace Smith
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My Boating Song
... Feel your stretchers and make the blades bend ...
Prologue To A Charade.--"Damn-Ages"
... Most flat would fall our "cranks and wanton wiles," ...
Impromptu In The Assize Court At Lincoln
... Flowed three days, uphill, the wrong way ...
Prothalamion
... Freedom you'll have, but still will lack the thrall,-- ...
The Curate To His Slippers
... Pumps that but induce the corn! ...
Isle Of Wight--Spring, 1891
... What glorious sunshine and what showers! ...
To A Scientific Friend
... They write with ease what fibs they please, ...
An Olde Lyric
... She then would be seene as the matchless Queene ...
Air--"Give That Wreath To Me"
... Would upset them all,--then give that brief to me ...
Ozymandias
... He meets some fragment huge, and stops to guess ...
To The Rev. A. A. In The Country From His Friend In London
... Come quick, and do not wait ...
Young England
... per centum His shares the holder, startled, sees ...
An Attempt To Remember The "Grandmother's Apology"
... " But he turned and clasped me in his arms, and answered, "No, love, no! ...
Air--"Three Fishers Went Sailing."
... And the briefs that were rolled up so tidy and fat, ...
Impromptu In The Assize Court, Nottingham
... And we who have laughed with Boz, ...
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