Lesbia Harford

(1891 - 1927 / Australia)

Lesbia Harford Poems

161. And is love very strong where honour rules? 4/15/2010
162. An Improver 4/15/2010
163. All Through The Day At My Machine 4/15/2010
164. All Knowledge . . . 4/15/2010
165. After Rain 4/15/2010
166. Adventurers 4/15/2010
167. A Strike Rhyme 4/15/2010
168. A Sophistical Argument 4/15/2010
169. A Prayer To Saint Rosa 4/15/2010
170. A Parlourmaid 4/15/2010
171. A Meaning Learnt 4/15/2010
172. A lady and I were walking 4/15/2010
173. A Deity 4/15/2010
174. A bunch of lilac and a storm of hail 4/15/2010
175. A Bronte Legend 4/15/2010
176. A Blouse Machinist 4/15/2010
177. A Bad Snap 4/15/2010

Emmie, Emmie Adams

Emmie, Emmie Adams,
With her insolent air,
Tied a little bit of rag
In her yellow hair.
When Lena, wondering,
Asked why it was there,
Emmie said she didn't know
And she didn't care.
I think Emmie Adams,
Though you are so fair,
That must be the devil's horn
In your yellow hair.

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