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The Old Huntsman by Siegfried Sassoon. I’ve never ceased to curse the day I signed. A seven years’ bargain for the Golden Fleece. ’Twas a bad deal all round; and dear enough. It cost me, what with my daft management, And the mean folk as owed and never paid me, And backing losers; and the local bucks. Egging me on with whiskys while I ...
30 de set. de 2009 · The old huntsman, and other poems by Sassoon, Siegfried, 1886-1967. Publication date 1918 Topics World War, 1914-1918 Collection library_of_congress; americana
And the mean folk as owed and never paid me, And backing losers; and the local bucks. Egging me on with whiskys while I bragged. The man I was when huntsman to the Squire. I’d have been prosperous if I’d took a farm. Of fifty acres, drove my gig and haggled. At Monday markets; now I’ve squandered all.
29 de mai. de 2008 · The old huntsman, and other poems by Sassoon, Siegfried, 1886-1967. Publication date [1917] Topics World War, 1914-1918 -- Poetry Publisher London, W ...
An old Man dwells, a little man, . 'Tis said he once was tall. For five-and-thirty years he lived. A running huntsman merry; And still the centre of his cheek. Is red as a ripe cherry. No man like him the horn could sound, And hill and valley rang with glee. When Echo bandied, round and round.
An old Man dwells, a little man,--. 'Tis said he once was tall. For five-and-thirty years he lived. A running huntsman merry; And still the centre of his cheek. Is red as a ripe cherry. No man like him the horn could sound, And hill and valley rang with glee. When Echo bandied, round and round.
The Old Huntsman is a 1917 collection of poems by Siegfried Sassoon and the name of the first poem in the collection. It contains one of the famous poems of Sassoon, "The Death Bed." [1]
