Anonymous British Poems

Ten thousand trippers took twenty three trains
To take them to Trincomalee.
They talked, they tittered then took their tea,
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I am Taliesin. I sing perfect metre,
Which will last to the end of the world.
My patron is Elphin...
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A muvver was barfin' 'er biby one night,
The youngest of ten and a tiny young mite,
The muvver was poor an' the biby was thin,
Only a skelington covered in skin;
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Earth has engrossed my love too long
'Tis time I lift mine eyes
Upward, dear Father, to thy throne,
And to my native skies.
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Erskine, thou blessed herald sound,
Till sin's black empire totter to the ground.
Well hast thou Sinai's awful flames display'd
And rebel's doom before their conscience laid:
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Balow, my babe, lye still and sleipe!
It grieves me sair to see thee weipe:
If thoust be silent, Ise be glad,
Thy maining maks my heart ful sad.
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The Sandman's coming in his train of cars
With moonbeam windows and with wheels of stars
So hush you little ones and have no fear
The man-in-the-moon he is the engineer
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'Passion o' me!' cried Sir Richard Tyrone,
Spurning the sparks from the broad paving-stone,
'Better turn nurse and rock children to sleep,
Than yield to a rebel old Coventry Keep.
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Each rising charm the bounteous stream bestows,
The grass that thickens, and the flower that blows.
And while the vale the humid wealth imbibes,
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In Bath a wanton wife did dwelle,
As Chaucer he doth write,
Who did in pleasure spend her dayes,
And many a fond delight.
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