Quotes about na'ale, page 20
Your hay it is mow'd, and your corn is reap'd
(Comus.) Your hay it is mow'd, and your corn is reap'd;
Your barns will be full, and your hovels heap'd:
Come, my boys, come;
Come, my boys, come;
And merrily roar out Harvest Home.
(Chorus.) Come, my boys, come;
Come, my boys, come;
And merrily roar out Harvest Home.
(Man.) We ha' cheated the parson, we'll cheat him agen,
For why should a blockhead ha' one in ten?
One in ten,
One in ten,
For why should a blockhead ha' one in ten?
For prating so long like a book-learn'd sot,
Till pudding and dumplin burn to pot,
Burn to pot,
Burn to pot,
Till pudding and dumplin burn to pot.
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poem by John Dryden
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The City And The Town
this is what the city has to offer
neon lights, ambulance screams,
loud music, beer and ale,
a small room, a busy life,
a little sleep,
exquisite dinners,
late shows, gags, gigs.
but i have enough of all these,
i went to the little town
and have this wooden house,
beside a river, there are flowers
blooming and vegetable gardens,
and tranquil horizons,
a beautiful sunset
a brighter sunrise,
crustal clear rivers,
home fishing, and mountain treks,
and fresh smell of green grass,
and cool shades of trees,
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Intolerance
I have no brief for gambling, nay
The notion I express
That money earned 's the only way
To pay for happiness.
With cards and dice I do not hold;
By betting I've been bit:
Conclusion: to get honest gold
You've got to sweat for it.
Though there be evil in strong drink
It's brought me heaps of fun;
And now, with some reserve, I think
My toping days are done.
Though at teetotal cranks I laugh,
Yet being sound and hale,
I find the best of drinks to quaff
Is good old Adam's ale.
I do not like your moralist,
Who with a righteous grin
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poem by Robert William Service
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A Lonely Heart in a Thunderstorm
A lonely heart sets the table but is she a Milly,
a Betty or a Mabel. Tea, coffee, cakes and ale
but outside there blows a gale. Sash cord windows
rattling like chains, thunder and lighting tormenting her
brains. A frail old lady who always lays up for tea but no
one comes not even her family. As the rain pours down she
gives a little frown as she looks at a photo in her wedding
gown. A picture of love on her wedding day, a day she
never wanted to go away.Now all that's forgotton as the
clouds roll together, will her lonely heart stand up to this
gale force weather. She draws the curtains and says
goodnight to the storm then sits by the fire where its
cosy and warm.
No visitors tonight she says to the cat who lay curled up
on the fireside mat. Again she views her wedding day and
asks the Lord to show her the way.Then she holds the cat
to her lonely heart so that they will never be apart. The dear
old lady died that night and the cat now sits on her burial site.
poem by Sylvia Spencer
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Springtime and Old Irishmen
As an Irishman,
tis my prerogative
To be an authority on all things
Great and small
As an "old" Irishman
it's my fate
Of late (and as always)
To simply know it all
As an old Irishman of visage worn
Of craggy face, rheumy blue eyes
With clothing crudely rent and worn
Prone to ale, stout and whisky sighs
As an old wise, wizened Irishman
Who loves the winter as a wondrous thing
But as sure it is, I'm an old Irishman
I treasure most…the Irish Spring
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poem by David Whalen
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Anike
Looto eranko bi kiniun sowon ninu igbo, otito sini wipe eja bi arogidigba sowon ninu odo.Nje omidan bi amolewa bi osupa, awelewa bi osumare tofi gbogbo ara se kikida ewa bi wura.Ibaje wipe gbogbo omidan lomo ibi ti otiri ewa tire, won ba malo ibe lo toro ewa, tabi wipe ewa re sefi owo ra.Anike, kikida eyin lo funfun balau to si n dan bi fadaka, ohun enu re amadun ni eti eni bi ti awon angeli, erin re asi mada eni lorun.Iru iyin wo ni aba yin eledumare to da omidan yii? iwa lewa, abefe, apon bepo re, oreke lewa, amo o loto gbogbo ibi ni won ti dana ale amo obe lodun ju irawon lo, loto opolopo omidan lowa, amoo omidan bi anike sowon larin awon elegbe re.ANIKE.Se ewa ni tire yii ni tabi osumare? tori wipe igbakugba ti n ba ti n wo ewa oju re, oma n je kinmo wipe kosi opin ninu owun ara ti eledumare da.Anike amolewa bi egbin, awelewa bi okin, abefe, atutu niwa bi adaba.Ti elomiran bama wi ani ewa re tan bi orun, elomiran ani rara o ewa re mole bi osupa, imiran asi fi ewa re we ti ododo.ANIKE.
poem by Tijani Adebowale Destiny
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Unsearchable
Unsearchable, near, use, sue, able,
Abel, ale, bale, be, seal, heal, ear, can;
And like every remembrance of you,
But you are all that i need.
Unsearchable, cab, sale, burn, hub, sub, bare, bear, bus, ran, run, chase;
And like the muse of your love far away from me,
But you are all that i want.
Unsearchable, cheers, care, car, cars, seen, sun, base, race, races, hare;
Walking along the narrow path in search of you,
Because you are all that i need!
Unsearchable, search, searchable, hear, share, sear, seer, see, sea, he, she;
And like the joy of your muse in the land of many waters!
But you are all that i want.
Unsearchable, bee, bees, her, has, ban, hen, hens, here, hale, as, an, era, are;
With joy and love being shared by your muse always,
But you know my ways on this life and on this love!
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poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Thieves' Kitchen
GOOD roaring pistol-boys, brave lads of gold,
Good roistering easy maids, blown cock-a-hoop
On floods of tavern-steam, I greet you! Drunk
With wild Canary, drowned in wines of old,
I'll swear your round, red faces dive and swim
Like clouds of fire-fish in a waxen tide,
And these are seas of smoke we thieves behold.
Yet I've a mind I know what arms enchain
With flesh my shoulders . . . aye, and what warm legs
Wind quickly into mine . . . 'tis no pale mermaid,
No water-wench that floats in a smoky main
Betwixt the tankard and my knees . . . in faith,
I know thee, Joan, and by the beard of God,
I'll prove to-night thy mortal parts again!
Leap, leap, fair vagabonds, your lives are short . . .
Dance firelit in your cauldron-fumes, O thieves,
Ram full your bellies with spiced food, gulp deep
Those goblets of thick ale—yea, feast and sport,
Ye Cyprian maids—lie with great, drunken rogues,
Jump by the fire—soon, soon your flesh must crawl
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poem by Kenneth Slessor
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No Football Match Today
I don't know what to do today
as I'm not going to see a game
don't fancy walking around the shops
that just sends me totally insane.
My team are playing away
but I just can't afford to go
so I'll have to do the next best thing
and listen to it on my radio.
But I have run out of bloody batteries
and the shop says they've none in stock
but then just before the game kicked off
I thought I know I've got some in the clock.
So I sat there cheering on the lads
but it just didn't feel the same
I missed the drinking before the match
and being in the ground watching the game.
Anyway the team played really badly
and got hammered six goals to two
sitting there in my living room
feeling depressed and really blue.
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poem by Kevin Halls
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The General Elliott
He fell in victory's fierce pursuit,
Holed through and through with shot,
A sabre sweep had hacked him deep
Twixt neck and shoulderknot....
The potman cannot well recall,
The ostler never knew,
Whether his day was Malplaquet,
The Boyne or Waterloo.
But there he hangs for tavern sign,
With foolish bold regard
For cock and hen and loitering men
And wagons down the yard.
Raised high above the hayseed world
He smokes his painted pipe,
And now surveys the orchard ways,
The damsons clustering ripe.
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poem by Robert Graves
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