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Horace Smith
1836 - 1922
Poetry Listing
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| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | | An Attempt To Remember The "Grandmother's Apology." | And Willie, my eldest born, is gone, you say, little Anne, | | 95 | 184 | | An Olde Lyric. | Oh, saw ye my own true love, I praye, | | 16 | 81 | | At The "Cock" Tavern. | Champagne doth not a luncheon make, | | 8 | 79 | | Impromptu In The Assize Court At Lincoln. | The moon in the valley of Ajalon | | 8 | 81 | | Impromptu In The Assize Court, Nottingham, | Thanks for an hour of laughing | | 8 | 80 | | Isle Of Wight - Spring, 1891. | I know not what the cause may be, | | 52 | 76 | | Letter From The Town Mouse To The Country Mouse. | Oh for a field, my friend; oh for a field! | | 164 | 68 | | Love And Liberty. | The linnet had flown from its cage away, | | 42 | 90 | | Lullaby. | Sleep, little baby, sleep, love, sleep! | | 15 | 86 | | My Boating Song. | Oh this earth is a mineful of treasure, | | 60 | 132 | | On Circuit. | Two neighbours, fighting for a yard of land; | | 10 | 81 | | Prologue To A Charade. - "Damn-Ages." | In olden time--in great Eliza's age, | | 32 | 92 | | Prothalamion. | Nothing so true as what you once let fall, | | 87 | 68 | | The Curate To His Slippers. | Take, oh take those boots away, | | 8 | 76 | | To A Scientific Friend. | You say 'tis plain that poets feign, | | 32 | 75 | | To The Rev. A. A. In The Country From His Friend In London. | Thou little village curate, | | 14 | 74 | | Young England. | The times still "grow to something strange"; | | 88 | 110 |
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