A Song of Brave Men (Henry Lawson Poem)
Man, is the Sea your master? Sea, and is man your slave? - This is the song of brave men ...
Man, is the Sea your master? Sea, and is man your slave? - This is the song of brave men ...
PRELUDE. Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene, ...
Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene. Where, ...
I am the Reaper. All things with heedful hook Silent I gather. Pale roses touched with the spring, Tall corn ...
HE. CANST thou give, oh fair and matchless maiden, 'Neath the shadow of the lindens yonder,-- Where I'd fain one ...
[From the Morlack.) WHAT is yonder white thing in the forest? Is it snow, or can it swans perchance be? ...
OH, unhappy stars! your fate I mourn, Ye by whom the sea-toss'd sailor's lighted, Who with radiant beams the heav'ns ...
WHY pacest thou, my neighbour fair, The ...
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
I stood musing in a black world, Not knowing where to direct my feet. And I saw the quick stream ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
MADONNA, mistress, I would build for thee An altar deep in the sad soul of me; And in the darkest ...
Half the people in the world love the other half, half the people hate the other half. Must I because ...
(Lines written in the Vale of Chamouni) 1 The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its ...
In distant New Zealand, whose tresses of gold The billows are ceaselessly combing, Away in a village all tranquil and ...
Troubled slumbering of things, the curtain blown aside by the gush of the salty wind, the advent of the tide ...
This life that we call our own Is neither strong nor free; A flame in the wind of death, It ...
This life that we call our own Is neither strong nor free; A flame in the wind of death, It ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
The ArgumentA certain man having landed on an island in the Greek sea, found there a beautifuldamsel, whom he would ...
I may not weep, not weep, and he is dead. A weary, weary weight of tears unshed Through the long ...
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