The Wander-Light (Henry Lawson Poem)
And they heard the tent-poles clatter, And the fly in twain was torn - 'Tis the soiled rag of a ...
And they heard the tent-poles clatter, And the fly in twain was torn - 'Tis the soiled rag of a ...
Oh all ye, who pass by, whose eyes and mind To worldly things are sharp, but to me blind; To ...
"Man wants but little here below." LITTLE I ask; my wants are few; I only wish a hut of stone, ...
I. "Incense is hut a tribute for the gods,-- To mortals 'tis but poison." THE smoke that from thine altar ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
Part One The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles ...
With Christ crucified humble, simple men the two thieves on the cross dying beside the Lord What they must have ...
Some of our memories the manger, the cross deeply anchored within us images of our faith The cross of Christ ...
There was a certain gentleman, Ben Apfelgarten called, Who lived way off in Germany a many years ago, And he ...
By neer resemblance see that Bird betray'd Who takes the well wrought Arras for a shade There hopes to pearch ...
Enter, as in the Temple of Jerusalem, ATHALIA, MATHAN, ABNER WHY, to our Wonder, in this Place is seen, ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
Fair stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance; Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
FAIR stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
Fair stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
For more than a billion years we've been nearly out of water; sincerely, a need repeatedly exposed in calamitous reports ...
Melissa: I've still rever'd your Order as Divine; And when I see unblemish'd Virtue ...
When forests walked and fishes flew And figs grew upon thorn, Some moment when the moon was blood, Then, surely, ...
A man toiled on a burning road, Never resting. Once he saw a fat, stupid ass Grinning at him from ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
Call me away; there's nothing here, That wins my soul to stay; Then let me leave this prospect drear, And ...
Far, far away is mirth withdrawn 'Tis three long hours before the morn And I watch lonely, drearily - So ...
Why, Pigot, complain of this damsel's disdain, Why thus in despair do you fret? For months you may try, yet, ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
Composed, by Special Request, 18th June 1890 Then Pilate, the Roman Governor, took Jesus and scourged Him, And the soldiers ...
Success to Colonel Baden-Powell and his praises loudly sing, For being so brave in relieving Mafeking, With his gallant little ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
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