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 ...
Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupation, ...
"Speak! speak I thou fearful guest Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me! ...
Reading in Li Po how "the peach blossom follows the water" I keep thinking of you because you were so ...
Now this is the tale of the Council the German Kaiser decreed, To ease the strong of their burden, to ...
'T was Fultah Fisher's boarding-house, Where sailor-men reside, And there were men of all the ports From Mississip to Clyde, ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
A Pindaric Ode Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A ...
The green grass is growing, The morning wind is in it, 'Tis a tune worth the knowing, Though it change ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
When Cupid held an auction sale, I hastened to his mart, For I had heard that he would sell The ...
God give the yellow man an easy breeze at blossom time. Grant his eager, slanting eyes to cover every land ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
THE KINGDOM OF MY HEART 1 The halcyon settled on the Aire of our days Kingfisher-blue it broke my heart ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face, Of temper amorous, as the first of May, With lengths of ...
A born salesman, my father made all his dough by selling wool to Fieldcrest, Woolrich and Faribo. A born talker, ...
The bar he went inside was not A place he often visited; He welcomed anonymity; No one to switch inquisitive ...
THERE is a wolf in me . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . a red tongue for raw meat . ...
I was a peasant girl from Germany, Blue-eyed, rosy, happy and strong. And the first place I worked was at ...
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