The Lady of the Motor Car (Henry Lawson Poems)
The Lady of the Motor-car she stareth straight ahead;Her face is like the stone, my friend, her face is like ...
The Lady of the Motor-car she stareth straight ahead;Her face is like the stone, my friend, her face is like ...
Lovely , laughing May is here May o' the South with blue eyes clear.Winsome smile, and balmy breath.Round her brows a ...
LINES , in addition to the treasureOf poesy, culled for the pleasureOf beau and belle and gentle dame,When seated round ...
To all you ladies now at Bath, And eke, ye beaux, to you, With aching heart, and wat'ry eyes, I bid my last ...
Your late kind Gift let me restore;For I must never wear it more.My Mother cries, ``What's here to do?``A Crimson ...
My coachman, in the moonlight there,Looks through the sidelight of the door;I hear him with his brethren swear,As I could ...
No pause! The buried pipes ring out,The flour-faced Antic runs from sight;Now Columbine, with scarlet pout,Floats in the smoking moon ...
Thy nags, the leanest things alive,So very hard thou lovest to drive,I heard thy anxious coachman sayIt costs thee more ...
I.She stood at Greenwich, motionless amid The ever-shifting crowd of passengers.I marked a big tear quivering on the lid Of ...
An old song made by an aged old pate,Of an old worshipful gentleman who had a greate estate,That kept a ...
From 'The Boy's Wonderhorn' The moon it shines, ...
THE SPARROW'S ADDRESS TO THE COOK MAIDS. YE gentle cookmaids, oh! in pity spare,The various fragments from your plenteous boardThe ...
Oh! Have you stolen out, one summer morningTo pick white crocus 'neath the garden wall,Or shaken softly the big scented ...
The croak of a raven hoar!A dog's howl, kennel-tied!Loud shuts the carriage-door:The two are away on their ghastly rideTo Death's ...
In weary circles a sick fish hoversIn a pond surrounded by grass.A tree leans against the sky--burned and bent.Yes... the ...
Panels of claret and blue which shine Under the moon like lees of wine. A coronet done in a golden ...
The coachman's at the door Checking his watch He knows the score, The sequence, the deadline Down the road Heeding ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
So easy 'tis to make a rhyme, That did the world but know it, Your coachman might Parnassus climb, Your ...
Storm-clouds hurtle, storm-clouds hover; Flying snow is set alight By the moon whose form they cover; Blurred the heavens, blurred ...
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