Sweeney (Henry Lawson Poem)
It was somewhere in September, and the sun was going down, When I came, in search of `copy', to a ...
It was somewhere in September, and the sun was going down, When I came, in search of `copy', to a ...
Dear Colette, I want to write to you about being a woman for that is what you write to me. ...
(i) absinthe makes the hurt grow fonder the green fairy burbles what's this 'ere when vincent (sozzled) knifes his lug ...
Don't listen to me; my heart's been broken. I don't see anything objectively. I know myself; I've learned to hear ...
Man and I are sweethearts He craves me and I long for him, But alas! Between us has appeared A ...
O mother-my-love, if you'll give me your hand, And go where I ask you to wander, I will lead you ...
Grief is a Mouse -- And chooses Wainscot in the Breast For His Shy House -- And baffles quest -- ...
In the beginning there was light, abundant light that truly lit the way, time was never lost in dodging flights ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I to the open road, You to the hunchbacked street - Which of us two Shall the earlier rue That ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I to the open road, You to the hunchbacked street - Which of us two Shall the earlier rue That ...
He was a traveling tinker lad And I was a gypsy jade, Yet never were two so gay and glad, ...
Enough chattering violets enough sweet trash I won't hear anything know anything Enough enough of all I'll say the last ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
No. It can't be. No! You too, beloved? Why? What for? Darling, look - I came, I brought flowers, but, ...
My soul looked down from a vague height with Death, As unremembering how I rose or why, And saw a ...
'Twas in the year of 1898, and on the 8th of June, A mother and six children met with a ...
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care ...
The moon lies on the river like a drop of oil. The children come to the banks to be healed ...
Sometimes in morning sunlights by the river Where in the early fall long grasses wave, Light winds from over the ...
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