A. C. Doyle – The Irish Colonel Poem
The Irish Colonel Poem : Songs of Action Poetry by Arthur Conan Doyle The Irish Colonel Poem by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle The Irish Colonel Poem Said the king to the colonel, ‘The complaints are eternal, That you Irish give more trouble Than any other corps. ‘ Said the colonel to the king, ‘This complaint […]
Continue Reading A. C. Doyle - The Irish Colonel Poem
A. C. Doyle – The Inner Room Poem
The Inner Room Poem : Songs of Action Poetry by Arthur Conan Doyle The Inner Room Poem by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle The Inner Room Poem It is mine—the little chamber, Mine alone. I had it from my forbears Years agone. Yet within its walls I see A most motley company, And they one and […]
Continue Reading A. C. Doyle - The Inner Room Poem
A. C. Doyle – The Home-Coming of the Eurydice Poem
The Home-Coming of the Eurydice Poem : Songs of Action Poetry by Arthur Conan Doyle The Home-Coming of the Eurydice Poem by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle The Home-Coming of the Eurydice Poem [Lost, with her crew of three hundred boys, on the last day of her voyage, March 23, 1876. She foundered off Portsmouth, from […]
Continue Reading A. C. Doyle - The Home-Coming of the Eurydice Poem
A. C. Doyle – ‘Ware Holes! Poem
‘Ware Holes! Poem : Songs of Action Poetry by Arthur Conan Doyle ‘Ware Holes! Poem by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle ‘Ware Holes! Poem [‘Ware Holes! ‘ is the expression used in the hunting- field to warn those behind against rabbit-burrows or other such dangers. ] A sportin’ death! My word it was! An’ taken in […]
Continue Reading A. C. Doyle - 'Ware Holes! Poem
A. C. Doyle – The Old Gray Fox Poem
The Old Gray Fox Poem : Songs of Action Poetry by Arthur Conan Doyle The Old Gray Fox Poem by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle The Old Gray Fox Poem We started from the Valley Pride, And Farnham way we went. We waited at the cover-side, But never found a scent. Then we tried the withy […]
Continue Reading A. C. Doyle - The Old Gray Fox Poem
A. C. Doyle – A Hunting Morning Poem
A Hunting Morning Poem : Songs of Action Poetry by Arthur Conan Doyle A Hunting Morning Poem by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle A Hunting Morning Poem Put the saddle on the mare, For the wet winds blow; There’s winter in the air, And autumn all below. For the red leaves are flying And the red […]
Continue Reading A. C. Doyle - A Hunting Morning Poem
A. C. Doyle – With the Chiddingfolds Poem
With the Chiddingfolds Poem : Songs of Action Poetry by Arthur Conan Doyle With the Chiddingfolds Poem by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle With the Chiddingfolds Poem The horse is bedded down Where the straw lies deep. The hound is in the kennel; Let the poor hound sleep! And the fox is in the spinney By […]
Continue Reading A. C. Doyle - With the Chiddingfolds Poem
A. C. Doyle – The Groom’s Story Poem
The Groom’s Story Poem : Songs of Action Poetry by Arthur Conan Doyle The Groom’s Story Poem by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle The Groom’s Story Poem (Also see “The Groom’s Encore Poem” in “Songs of the Road Poetry“) Ten mile in twenty minutes! ‘E done it, sir. That’s true. The big bay ‘orse in the […]
Continue Reading A. C. Doyle - The Groom's Story Poem
A. C. Doyle – The Farnshire Cup Poem
The Farnshire Cup Poem : Songs of Action Poetry by Arthur Conan Doyle The Farnshire Cup Poem by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle The Farnshire Cup Poem Christopher Davis was up upon Mavis And Sammy MacGregor on Flo, Jo Chauncy rode Spider, the rankest outsider, But HE’D make a wooden horse go. There was Robin and […]
Continue Reading A. C. Doyle - The Farnshire Cup Poem
A. C. Doyle – H.M.S. ‘Foudroyant’ Poem
H.M.S. ‘Foudroyant’ Poem : Songs of Action Poetry by Arthur Conan Doyle H.M.S. ‘Foudroyant’ Poem by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle H.M.S. ‘Foudroyant’ Poem [Being an humble address to Her Majesty’s Naval advisers, who sold Nelson’s old flagship to the Germans for a thousand pounds. ] Who says the Nation’s purse is lean, Who fears for […]
Continue Reading A. C. Doyle - H.M.S. 'Foudroyant' Poem
A. C. Doyle – Master Poem
Master Poem : Songs of Action Poetry by Arthur Conan Doyle Master Poem by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Master Poem Master went a-hunting, When the leaves were falling; We saw him on the bridle path, We heard him gaily calling. ‘Oh master, master, come you back, For I have dreamed a dream so black! ‘ […]
Continue Reading A. C. Doyle - Master Poem
A. C. Doyle – The Dying Whip Poem
The Dying Whip Poem : Songs of Action Poetry by Arthur Conan Doyle The Dying Whip Poem by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle The Dying Whip Poem It came from gettin’ ‘eated, that was ‘ow the thing begun, And ‘ackin’ back to kennels from a ninety-minute run; ‘I guess I’ve copped brownchitis,’ says I to brother […]
Continue Reading A. C. Doyle - The Dying Whip Poem
