The Roaring Days (Henry Lawson Poem)
The night too quickly passes And we are growing old, So let us fill our glasses And toast the Days ...
The night too quickly passes And we are growing old, So let us fill our glasses And toast the Days ...
In those days the Evil Spirits, All the Manitos of mischief, Fearing Hiawatha's wisdom, And his love for Chibiabos, Jealous ...
In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown; Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er ...
The first time that Peter denied his Lord He shrank from the cudgel, the scourge and the cord, But followed ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
So far away the land of the Nile yet we can offer hope help in our prayers for this nation ...
In his walk his journey on that road facing Christ risen, from his throne Questioning him why he hated him ...
The scales shed, lifted away eyes and hearts opened their spirits, their joy, awakened by His presence there in our ...
For some there may be no tomorrow for other a lifetime to come may this be a place where the ...
How lucky we are those who followed, that they found their voice that Pentecost 'morn Willing to speak, to risk, ...
Our love is too strong For circumstances to keep us apart Hurt, pain cast aside Holding you so tight. Why ...
Last night the Stork came stalking, And, Stork, beneath your wing Lay, lapped in dreamless slumber, The tiniest little thing! ...
The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and stanch he stands; And the little toy soldier is ...
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
The sound of the closing outside door was all. You made no sound in the grass with your footfall, As ...
An elephant went to bed and pulled a crazy quilt up under its tusks. But just as the great gray ...
Mother of all the high-strung poets and singers departed, Mother of all the grass that weaves over their graves the ...
The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With "I am great and cannot wait So therefore let ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring, And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze; For, above, and ...
My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze; For above and ...
I shall go away To the brown hills, the quiet ones, The vast, the mountainous, the rolling, Sun-fired and drowsy! ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords. I once read something ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
Awake! Awake! for the earliest gleam Of golden sunlight shines On the rippling waves, that brightly flow Beneath the flowering ...
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