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William Brighty Rands Poems

  • The First Tooth
    There once was a wood, and a very thick wood,
    So thick that to walk was as much as you could;
    But a sunbeam got in, and the trees understood.
  • Dressing The Doll
    THIS is the way we dress the Doll:â??
    You may make her a shepherdess, the Doll,
    If you give her a crook with a pastoral hook,
    But this is the way we dress the Doll. ...
  • The Cat Of Cats
    I am the cat of cats. I am
    The everlasting cat!
    Cunning, and old, and sleek as jam,
    The everlasting cat! ...
  • Polly
    Brown eyes,
    Straight nose;
    Dirt pies,
    Rumpled clothes; ...
  • Little Ditties I
    Winifred Waters sat and sighed
    Under a weeping willow;
    When she went to bed she cried,
    Wetting all the pillow; ...
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Night 5 Tree 5 World 5 Plain 4 Love 4 Never 4 I Love You 4 White 4 Pray 4 Light 3

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Abunoody: "you are more than the earth, though you are such a dot: you can love and think, and the earth cannot!" william brighty rands.
Litcharts: new guide! the flowers by william brighty rands
Hollingwoodpay: this week, our reading ambassadors have recommended some poems for you all to have a read of: the raven by edgar allan poe the cat of cats by william brighty rands the little turtle by vachel lindsay eid-mubarak by marian swinger
Attielime: one of the poems my mum used to recite to me at bedtime... 'godfrey gordon gustavus gore — no doubt you have heard the name before — was a boy who never would shut a door!...' by william brighty rands
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The Killing Place
 by Edgar Albert Guest

We're hiking along at a two-forty pace
We 're making life seem like a man-killing race,
With our nerves all on edge and our jaws firmly set
We go rushing along; with our brows lined with sweat
And our cheeks pale and drawn every minute we dash,
And the goal that we 're after is merely more cash.

We 're out for the money, the greenbacks and gold,

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