Fall In, My Men, Fall In (Henry Lawson Poem)
The short hour's halt is ended, The red gone from the west, The broken wheel is mended, And the dead ...
The short hour's halt is ended, The red gone from the west, The broken wheel is mended, And the dead ...
There's no sense in going further -- it's the edge of cultivation," So they said, and I believed it -- ...
All winter the fire devoured everything -- tear-stained elegies, old letters, diaries, dead flowers. When April finally arrived, I opened ...
Is this a life, to break thy sleep, To rise as soon as day doth peep? To tire thy patient ...
I. "Incense is hut a tribute for the gods,-- To mortals 'tis but poison." THE smoke that from thine altar ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
Our record convicts us sins of omission as well where we should stand up unjust silence instead Our call from ...
If we are like the rich fool gathering up our possessions making bigger barns to store them away we are ...
The young fool with the newly built barns staring at the pit, at Sheol nothing to show for his wealth ...
not with money the measure we give that which we receive from the Lord so much more than this in ...
Not our barns, our silos; our cups overflowing with the bounty, the gifts of the Lord God's provision more than ...
His barns, his cupboard his house bulging, bursting more than enough, what he needed Gathered for a future but never ...
standing when we should the world in the breach confronting the giant with our lives much that we can teach ...
An unholy altar, an idol of rust craven gods, that will turn to dust worshipping our possessions fealty to our ...
Barns, full, bursting the rich man's treasure stored for a lifetime no cares, yet not enough wanting more, bigger barns ...
unlike the rich man unable to be satisfied needing more in his barns never enough for him Godly discontent in ...
The rich man foolish, restless happy about what he had but wanting more in his garner even more silos barns ...
His barns, brand new bursting at the seams useless, worthless earthly possessions all he had When the Lord called him ...
Because she could find no one else to paint a picture of the old family place where she and her ...
(Comus.) Your hay it is mow'd, and your corn is reap'd; Your barns will be full, and your hovels heap'd: ...
They tell me thou art rich, my country: gold In glittering flood has poured into thy chest; Thy flocks and ...
Those cattle smaller than a Bee That herd upon the eye -- Whose tillage is the passing Crumb -- Those ...
The Wind begun to rock the Grass With threatening Tunes and low -- He threw a Menace at the Earth ...
The Grass so little has to do -- A Sphere of simple Green -- With only Butterflies to brood And ...
Low and brown barns, thatched and repatched and tattered, Where I had seven sons until to-day, A little hill of ...
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, An' bar the doors wi' driving snaw, An' hing us owre the ingle, I ...
alas our good kaspar is dead. who will bury a burning flag in the wings of the clouds who will ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
God knows how our neighbor managed to breed His great sow: Whatever his shrewd secret, he kept it hid In ...
Out of burlap sacks, out of bearing butter, Out of black bean and wet slate bread, Out of the acids ...
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