Poems on the topic: escape

Poems on the topic “escape” on Poets.by.

SadWilliam Topaz McGonagall

The Burning of the People's Variety Theatre, Aberdeen

'Twas in the year of 1896, and on the 30th of September, Which many people in Aberdeen will long remember; The burning of the People's Variety Theatre, in Bridge Place Because the fire spread like lightning at a rapid pace. The fire broke out on the stage, about eight o'clock, Which gave to the audience a very fearful shock; Then a stampede ensued, and a rush was made pell-mell, And in the crush, trying to get out, many people fell. The stage flies took fire owing to the gas Not having room enough by them to pass; And with his jacket Mr. Macaulay tried to put out the flame, But oh! horrible to relate, it was all in vain. Detective Innes, who was passing at the time of the fire,
CheerfulWilliam Topaz McGonagall

Beautiful Monikie

Beautiful Monikie! with your trees and shrubberies green And your beautiful walks, most charming to be seen: 'Tis a beautiful place for pleasure-seekers to resort, Because there they can have innocent sport, taking a leisure walk all round about, And see the ang1ers fishing in the pand for trout. Besides, there's lovely white swans swimming on the pond, And Panmure Monument can be seen a little distance beyond; And the scenery all round is enchanting I declare, While sweet-scented fragrance fills the air. Then away, pleasure-seekers of bonnie Dundee, And have a day's outing around Monikie, And inhale the pure air, on a fine summer day, Which will help to drive dull care away;
CheerfulJohn Clare

The Fox

The shepherd on his journey heard when nigh His dog among the bushes barking high; The ploughman ran and gave a hearty shout, He found a weary fox and beat him out. The ploughman laughed and would have ploughed him in But the old shepherd took him for the skin. He lay upon the furrow stretched for dead, The old dog lay and licked the wounds that bled, The ploughman beat him till his ribs would crack, And then the shepherd slung him at his back; And when he rested, to his dog's surprise, The old fox started from his dead disguise; And while the dog lay panting in the sedge He up and snapt and bolted through the hedge. He scampered to the bushes far away; The shepherd called the ploughman to the fray;
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

For Death -- or rather

For Death -- or rather For the Things 'twould buy -- This -- put away Life's Opportunity -- The Things that Death will buy Are Room -- Escape from Circumstances -- And a Name -- With Gifts of Life How Death's Gifts may compare -- We know not -- For the Rates -- lie Here --

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