Tag: early 20th century Scottish poems

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by Walter Wingate
The thunder clap may clatter – / The lichtnin' flare awa': / I'm listenin' to the water, / ...
by Jean Guthrie-Smith
Here, under the awning of cotton, / Tomatoes are heaped in a flare / Of glossy red beauty, and rotten / Sick-sweet smells of fruit fill...
by Jean Guthrie-Smith
Gruff trams and trains criss-cross and intersect / With glittering steel this leprous countryside; / Pyramid slagheaps threaten, seamed and specked / With smouldering pink: a...
by Charles Murray
"This year, neist year, sometime, never," / A lanely lass, bringing hame the kye, / Pu's at a...
by Charles Murray
The corn was turnin', hairst was near, / But lang afore the scythes could start / A sough o'...
by E. Alan Mackintosh
Private D. Sutherland / killed in action in the German trench, May 16, 1916, / and the others who died / / So you were David’s...
by Charles Hamilton Sorley
I / Saints have adored the lofty soul of you. / Poets have whitened at your high renown. / We stand among the many millions who / Do...
by Mary Campbell Smith
Whit wey does the engine say 'Toot-toot'? / Is it feart to gang in the tunnel? / Whit wey is the furnace...
by Walter Wingate
The Dominie is growing grey, / And feth he's keepit thrang / Wi' counts an' spellin' a' the day, / And liffies when...
by Walter Wingate
You've hurt your finger? Puir wee man! / Your pinkie? Deary me! / Noo, juist you haud it that wey till / I...
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