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MacDonald Wilson Pugsley

Born in May 5, 1880 / Died in April 8, 1967 / Canada / English

MacDonald Wilson Pugsley poet from Canada was born on May 5, 1880, had 86 years and died on April 8, 1967. Poems were written in Modern age mainly in English language. Dominant movement is other.

Top ten poems MacDonald Wilson Pugsley

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Dat Leetle Box

... Ma frien', You tell Marie," he say,"Beeg joke dat mak' her laugh, and she Will gain tree pound a day ...

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Exit

... no sound,Bitterly does the earth Open to receiveAnd bitterly do the grasses In the churchyard grieve ...

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The Girl behind the Man behind the Gun

... n,I would bid you wear the favor of an apple-blossom sprayFor the girl behind the man behind the gun ...

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John Graydon

... gainst the sunburnt hours,These beds, where blue forget-me-nots unfold,John Graydon bought with gold ...

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Monsieur Joliat

... de puck at odder goal An' skat heem down so fas'De rest of players seem asleep As he was going pas' ...

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The Song of the Hemp

... th strong hands, They could not force it back-It was a shame to keep outside Men waiting with a sack ...

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The Song of the New Jesus

... led the English forces Or the bishop lied,Jesus drove the Prussian horses (Gad! How he could ride!) ...

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The Song of the Ski

... stars in endless line,And, after it all, the hand of a friend--The hand of a trusted friend in mine ...

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The Toll-gate Man

... ly does his hand come Out of the thin wind,And strangely is the night air About his shoulders pinned ...

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Upton Wood

... And she came by dark, When she could not see,And heard them dance, On their tall death-tree ...