Jessie Pope

(18 March 1868 - 14 December 1941 / Leicestershire, England)

Jessie Pope Poems

1. The Longest Odds 5/5/2011
2. The Two Goliaths 5/5/2011
3. A Valentine [from An Old Lover] 5/15/2012
4. The Comet 5/15/2012
5. A Vain Appeal 5/15/2012
6. Cobbers 5/15/2012
7. The Clerk Of The Weather 5/15/2012
8. A Close Finish 5/15/2012
9. Ware Wire! 5/15/2012
10. Coo-Ee 5/15/2012
11. A Sore Point 5/15/2012
12. The War Budget 5/5/2011
13. To A Stout Shepherdess 5/5/2011
14. To A Taube 5/5/2011
15. The Nut 5/5/2011
16. A Muff 5/15/2012
17. Crumbs Of Comfort 5/15/2012
18. An Anzac Cap 5/15/2012
19. Three Jolly Huntsmen 5/5/2011
20. The Nut’s Birthday 8/31/2010
21. The Outpost 5/5/2011
22. The Lads Of The Maple Leaf 8/31/2010
23. Love In A Mist 5/15/2012
24. The Zeppelin Armada 5/5/2011
25. Snowflakes 5/15/2012
26. An Anzac Poem 5/15/2012
27. The Niggers 5/15/2012
28. Anzac 5/15/2012
29. Love's Sacrifice 5/15/2012
30. War Girls 8/31/2010
31. Captive Conquerors 5/5/2011
32. Motor Martyrdom 5/5/2011
33. Loot! 5/5/2011
34. A Royal Cracksman 5/5/2011
35. April Antidotes 5/5/2011
36. An Overlord 5/5/2011
37. The K A Boys 5/5/2011
38. De Wet 5/5/2011
39. A Cossack Charge 5/5/2011
40. A Humble Appeal 5/5/2011
Best Poem of Jessie Pope

No!

By bridge and battery, town and trench,
They're fighting with bull-dog pluck;
Not one, from Tommy to General French,
Is down upon his luck.
There are some who stand and some who fall,
But how does the chorus go
That echoing chant in the hearts of all?
'Are we downhearted? NO!'
There's Jack, God bless him, upon the foam,
His isn't an easy task,
To strike for England, to strike right home,
So much, no more, does he ask.
On the dreadnought's deck where the big guns bark,
Or in quiet depths below
The salt wind wafts us a chantey. Hark !
'...

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The Nut’s Birthday

When Gilbert’s birthday came last spring,
Oh! How our brains were racked
To try to find a single thing
Our languid dear one lacked;
For, since he nestled at his ease
Upon the lap of Plenty,
Stock birthday presents failed to please
The Nut of two and twenty.
And so we bought to suit his taste –

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