Eureka (Henry Lawson Poem)
Roll up, Eureka's heroes, on that grand Old Rush afar, For Lalor's gone to join you in the big camp ...
Roll up, Eureka's heroes, on that grand Old Rush afar, For Lalor's gone to join you in the big camp ...
Where run your colts at pasture? Where hide your mares to breed? 'Mid bergs about the Ice-cap Or wove Sargasso ...
At night, when the sea cradles me And the pale star gleam Lies down on its broad waves, Then I ...
Is this everything now, the quick delusions of flowers, And the down colors of the bright summer meadow, The soft ...
Oh, there are times When all this fret and tumult that we hear Do seem more stale than to the ...
A Load of brushes and baskets and cradles and chairs Labours along the street in the rain: With it a ...
One thousand more of our best and brightest our nation's treasure, spent in the streets, in the dust of that ...
No spring nor summer Beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnall face. Young beauties force our ...
Whose are the little beds, I asked Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others smiled -- ...
Darling, you think it's love, it's just a midnight journey. Best are the dales and rivers removed by force, as ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
What are thy gaines, O death, if one man ly Stretch'd in a bed of clay, whose charity Doth hereby ...
Ah! happy he, upon whose birth each god Looks down in love, whose earliest sleep the bright Idalia cradles, whose ...
Hast thou the infant seen that yet, unknowing of the love Which warms and cradles, calmly sleeps the mother's heart ...
MAKE war songs out of these; Make chants that repeat and weave. Make rhythms up to the ragtime chatter of ...
KEEP a red heart of memories Under the great gray rain sheds of the sky, Under the open sun and ...
ROSES, their sharp spines being gone, Not royal in their smells alone, But in their hue; Maiden pinks, of odour ...
How far is it? How far is it now? The gigantic gorilla interior Of the wheels move, they appall me ...
Here I lean over you, small son, sleeping Warm in my arms, And I con to my heart all your ...
Do you think that odes and sermons, And the ringing of church bells, And the blood of old men and ...
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