Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch Poems

O Mary Leslie, blithe and shrill
The bugles blew for Spain:
And you below the Castle Hill
Stood in the crowd your lane.
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'Tis pretty to be in Ballinderry,
'Tis pretty to be in Ballindoon,
But 'tis prettier far in County Kerry
Coortin' under the bran' new moon,
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Wake! for the closed Pavilion doors have kept
Their silence while the white-eyed Kaffir slept,
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To commemorate the virtue of Homoeopathy in restoring one apparently drowned.

Love, that in a tear was drown'd,
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By the late W. W. (of H.M. Inland Revenue Service).
And is it so? Can Folly stalk
And aim her unrespecting darts
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Down in the street the last late hansoms go
Still westward, but with backward eyes of red
The harlot shuffles to her lonely bed;
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You and I and Burd so blithe—
Burd so blithe, and you, and I—
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After T. I.
As I laye a-dreamynge, a-dreamynge, a-dreamynge,
O softlye moaned the dove to her mate within the tree,
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After W. M. P.
Dear Kitty,
At length the term's ending;
I 'm in for my Schools in a week;
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I.
St. Giles's street is fair and wide,
St. Giles's street is long;
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