Australia’s Peril (Henry Lawson Poems)
We must suffer, husband and father, we must suffer, daughter and son, For the wrong we have taken part in ...
We must suffer, husband and father, we must suffer, daughter and son, For the wrong we have taken part in ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
'Twas in the prime of summer-time An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school: ...
Foundered March 24. 1878 1 The Eurydice-it concerned thee, O Lord: Three hundred souls, O alas! on board, Some asleep ...
I He would drink by himself And raise a weathered thumb Towards the high shelf, Calling another rum And blackcurrant, ...
THERE was a wooer blithe and gay, A son of France was he,-- Who in his arms for many a ...
WHILE he is mark'd by vision clear Who fathoms Nature's treasures, The man may follow, void of fear, Who her ...
Nil mortalibus ardui est Caelum ipsum petimus stultitia Horace FROM Persian looms the silk he wove No Weaver meant should ...
She rose to His Requirement -- dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and ...
Remembrance has a Rear and Front -- 'Tis something like a House -- It has a Garret also For Refuse ...
I know where Wells grow -- Droughtless Wells -- Deep dug -- for Summer days -- Where Mosses go no ...
I cannot want it more -- I cannot want it less -- My Human Nature's fullest force Expends itself on ...
Contained in this short Life Are magical extents The soul returning soft at night To steal securer thence As Children ...
A Pit -- but Heaven over it -- And Heaven beside, and Heaven abroad, And yet a Pit -- With ...
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh, ...
I was about to sail away in a junk, When suddenly I heard The sound of stamping and singing on ...
Alas! Now o'er Britannia there hangs a gloom, Because over 400 British Tars have met with a watery tomb; Who ...
They're burning off at the Rampadells, The tawny flames uprise, With greedy licking around the trees; The fierce breath sears ...
They're burning off at the Rampadells, The tawny flames uprise, With greedy licking around the trees; The fierce breath sears ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
Ye have sung me your songs, ye have chanted your rimes (I scorn your beguiling, O sea!) Ye fondle me ...
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