The Rhyme of the Three Greybeards (Henry Lawson Poem)
He'd been for years in Sydney "a-acting of the goat", His name was Joseph Swallow, "the Great Australian Pote", In ...
He'd been for years in Sydney "a-acting of the goat", His name was Joseph Swallow, "the Great Australian Pote", In ...
Jazz radio on a midnight kick, Round about Midnight. Sitting on the bed, With a jazz type chick Round about ...
Hurree Chunder Mookerjee, pride of Bow Bazaar, Owner of a native press, "Barrishter-at-Lar," Waited on the Government with a claim ...
On the summer road that ran by our front porch Lizards and snakes came out to sun. It was hot ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
August 6, 1916.-Officer previously reported died of wounds, now reported wounded: Graves, Captain R., Royal Welch Fusiliers.) .but I was ...
We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,-- This debt we pay ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
When midnight comes a host of dogs and men Go out and track the badger to his den, And put ...
In a dream I meet my dead friend. He has, I know, gone long and far, and yet he is ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
YOUNG Peggy blooms our boniest lass, Her blush is like the morning, The rosy dawn, the springing grass, With early ...
Through eyelet holes I watched the crowd Rain of confetti fling; Their joy is lush, their laughter loud, For Carnival ...
Sez I: My Country calls? Well, let it call. I grins perlitely and declines wiv thanks. Go, let 'em plaster ...
Old Man Death's a lousy heel who will not play the game: Let Graveyard yawn and doom down crash, he'll ...
I look at no one, me; I pass them on the stair; Shadows! I don't see; Shadows! everywhere. Haunting, taunting, ...
I. I DREAMED of forest alleys fair And fields of gray-flowered grass, Where by the yellow summer moon My Jenny ...
The sun strikes down with a blinding glare; The skies are blue and the plains are wide, The saltbush plains ...
In fourteen hundred and ninety-two, Someone sailed the ocean blue. Somebody borrowed the fare in Spain For a business trip ...
In memory of Dimitri Mitropoulos The harpist believes there is music in the skeletons of fish The French horn player ...
Gold on her head, and gold on her feet, And gold where the hems of her kirtle meet, And a ...
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