Quotes about damp, page 4
The Guardian of the Pit
He'd worked at the pit since he was ten,
Was quite at home in the dark,
Worked by the light of a miner's lamp
Avoided the slightest spark,
He chipped away at the face of coal,
He chewed tobacco, and spat,
His face was black as he wandered home
With pride in his miner's hat.
But the mine had closed as it petered out
And the miners went on the dole,
While Jack Coltrane had fretted at home
For his work was his very soul,
The entrance tunnels were sealed up tight
And the Colliery wheel was stopped,
It sat like an aging dinosaur
Set high on its wooden props.
The miners drifted away for work
The walls of the houses cracked,
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poem by David Lewis Paget
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An answer to Various Bards
Well, I've waited mighty patient while they all came rolling in,
Mister Lawson, Mister Dyson, and the others of their kin,
With their dreadful, dismal stories of the Overlander's camp,
How his fire is always smoky, and his boots are always damp;
And they paint it so terrific it would fill one's soul with gloom --
But you know they're fond of writing about "corpses" and "the tomb".
So, before they curse the bushland, they should let their fancy range,
And take something for their livers, and be cheerful for a change.
Now, for instance, Mr Lawson -- well, of course, we almost cried
At the sorrowful description how his "little 'Arvie" died,
And we lachrymosed in silence when "His Father's mate" was slain;
Then he went and killed the father, and we had to weep again.
Ben Duggan and Jack Denver, too, he caused them to expire,
After which he cooked the gander of Jack Dunn, of Nevertire;
And, no doubt, the bush is wretched if you judge it by the groan
Of the sad and soulful poet with a graveyard of his own.
And he spoke in terms prophetic of a revolution's heat,
When the world should hear the clamour of those people in the street;
But the shearer chaps who start it -- why, he rounds on them the blame,
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poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Elegiac Stanzas
WRITTEN DURING SICKNESS AT BATH.
When I lie musing on my bed alone,
And listen to the wintry waterfall;
And many moments that are past and gone,
Moments of sunshine and of joy, recall;
Though the long night is dark and damp around,
And no still star hangs out its friendly flame;
And the winds sweep the sash with sullen sound,
And freezing palsy creeps o'er all my frame;
I catch consoling phantasies that spring
From the thick gloom, and as the night airs beat,
They touch my heart, like wind-swift wires that ring
In mournful modulations, strange and sweet.
Was it the voice of thee, my buried friend?
Was it the whispered vow of faithful love?
Do I in Knoyle's green shades thy steps attend,
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poem by William Lisle Bowles
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Androcles and the Lion
ANDROCLES AND THE LION
Every verse acts as shell for fair moral, a skel -
eton which we expand when councilling,
wanton worries dispel, (we can scan well and spell) ,
through transcendent end line linking illing!
Lordly lion’s large jaws are unused, like his paws,
'til his lady striped zebra’s sent spilling,
then he rages and roars, rips raw prey with sharp claws,
but it's mostly to show flesh is willing.
In the main, mighty mane and earthshaking refrain
give the lie - ‘spite his timbre so thrilling,
for with pride by his side he can set pride aside,
letting others continue the killing.
Every night by lush well loud flush larynx will swell,
while at jungle rill thirstily swilling,
yet all know very well ‘tis to show lioncel
how to act, an example instilling.
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Lady Of La Garaye - Prologue
RUINS! A charm is in the word:
It makes us smile, it makes us sigh,
'Tis like the note of some spring bird
Recalling other Springs gone by,
And other wood-notes which we heard
With some sweet face in some green lane,
And never can so hear again!
Ruins! They were not desolate
To us,--the ruins we remember:
Early we came and lingered late,
Through bright July, or rich September;
With young companions wild with glee,
We feasted 'neath some spreading tree--
And looked into their laughing eyes,
And mocked the echo for replies.
Oh! eyes--and smiles--and days of yore,
Can nothing your delight restore?
Return!
Return? In vain we listen;
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poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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In the Room
'Ceste insignefable et tragicque comedie' RABELMS.
I
The sun was down, and twilight grey
Filled half the air; but in the room,
Whose curtain had been drawn all day,
The twilight was a dusky gloom:
Which seemed at first as still as death,
And void; but was indeed all rife
With subtle thrills, the pulse and breath
Of multitudinous lower life.
II
In their abrupt and headlong way
Bewildered flies for light had dashed
Against the curtain all the day,
And now slept wintrily abashed;
And nimble mice slept, wearied out
With such a double night's uproar;
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poem by James Thomson
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Sealion Ii
Would you like to see my lion
My friend cecil is damp and smooth
A damp smooth sea lion
Yes, cecil is a sea lion
(cecil is a sea lion)
Cecil is a clever sea lion
Cecil sometimes swims
And often sits
(and balances multicolored striped balls? )
Yes, balances multicolored striped balls
Clever cecil
(cecil is a sea lion)
Cecil the sea lion is serene
He doesnt wear spectacles or a scarf
(no central heating or cement)
Well [but? ] the whole ocean is cecils home
(cecil is a sea lion)
song performed by Jethro Tull
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Cassandra Southwick
To the God of all sure mercies let my blessing rise today,
From the scoffer and the cruel He hath plucked the spoil away;
Yes, he who cooled the furnace around the faithful three,
And tamed the Chaldean lions, hath set His handmaid free!
Last night I saw the sunset melt though my prison bars,
Last night across my damp earth-floor fell the pale gleam of stars;
In the coldness and the darkness all through the long night-time,
My grated casement whitened with autumn's early rime.
Alone, in that dark sorrow, hour after hour crept by;
Star after star looked palely in and sank adown the sky;
No sound amid night's stillness, save that which seemed to be
The dull and heavy beating of the pulses of the sea;
All night I sat unsleeping, for I knew that on the morrow
The ruler said the cruel priest would mock me in my sorrow,
Dragged to their place of market, and bargained for and sold,
Like a lamb before the shambles, like a heifer from the fold!
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poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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The Lady Is A Tramp
(richard rodgers/lorentz hart)
I get too hungry for dinner at eight
I like the theatre but never come late
I never bother with people I hate
Thats why the lady is a tramp
I like the crap games with barons and earls
Wont go to harlem in ermine and pearls
Wont dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
Thats why the lady is a tramp
I like that cool fresh wind in my hair
Life without care
Im broke, its oke!
Hate california
Its cold and its damp
Thats why the lady is a tramp
I get too hungry for dinner at eight
I like the theatre but never come late
I never bother with people I hate
Thats why the lady is a tramp
I like the crap games with barons and earls
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The Lady Is A Tramp (Live)
(Richard Rodgers/Lorentz Hart)
I get too hungry for dinner at eight
I like the theatre but never come late
I never bother with people I hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like the crap games with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like that cool fresh wind in my hair
Life without care
I'm broke, it's oke!
Hate california
It's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
I get too hungry for dinner at eight
I like the theatre but never come late
I never bother with people I hate
That's why the lady is a tramp
I like the crap games with barons and earls
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song performed by Diana Ross
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