The Fight at Eureka Stockade (Henry Lawson Poem)
"Was I at Eureka?" His figure was drawn to a youthful height, And a flood of proud recollections made the ...
"Was I at Eureka?" His figure was drawn to a youthful height, And a flood of proud recollections made the ...
The schools marched in procession in happiness and pride, The city bands before them, the soldiers marched beside; Oh, starched ...
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Out of the poisonous East, Over a continent of blight, Like a maleficent Influence released From the most squalid cellerage ...
THROUGH my north window, in the wintry weather,-- My airy oriel on the river shore,-- I watch the sea-fowl as ...
[This Cantata was written for Prince Frederick of Gotha, and set to music by Winter, the Prince singing the part ...
The fox pushes softly, blindly through me at night, between the liver and the stomach. Comes to the heart and ...
A mason came forth and said, "Speak to us of Houses." And he answered and said: Build of your imaginings ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
The calling to love to be a good neighbor unbound by any dividing line because Christ tore them down Everyone ...
Sneakers on wires, trash in trees urban ornaments overhead drawing eyes upward away from the litter, the flotsam and jetsam ...
Walking to the courthouse to make copies for a pending case no urgent brisk walk for arguments, for the challenge ...
FOLKS ain't got no right to censuah othah folks about dey habits; Him dat giv' de squir'ls de bushtails made ...
The name -- of it -- is "Autumn" -- The hue -- of it -- is Blood -- An Artery ...
Begin, my muse, the imitative lay, Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string; Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay, Let ...
We will make our meek adjustments, Contented with such random consolations As the wind deposits In slithered and too ample ...
I watched the winter light die from the bridge, the sky a sinking empire's battleship, ice floes' jagged edges clink ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
alas our good kaspar is dead. who will bury a burning flag in the wings of the clouds who will ...
The cigarette-smoke loops and slides above us, Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes; You strike a match and stare ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul. Yet, while ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
Making love in the sun, in the morning sun in a hotel room above the alley where poor men poke ...
naked along the side of the house, 8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil over my body, Jesus, have I come ...
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of ...
On March 1, 1958, four deserters from the French Army of North Africa, August Rein, Henri Bruette, Jack Dauville, & ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
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