Poems

The Citadel

The Citadel I stationed a strong force in a citadel Which soldiers had destroyed long ago. We slept there, in it, and around it, And its […]

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One And Twenty

One And Twenty LONG-EXPECTED one and twenty Ling’ring year at last has flown, Pomp and pleasure, pride and plenty Great Sir John, are all your own. […]

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Father Roach

Father Roach Father Roach was a good Irish priest, Who stood in his stocking-feet, six feet, at least. I don’t mean to say he’d six feet […]

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