The Cambaroora Star (Henry Lawson Poem)
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy ...
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy ...
He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago, And his shingle bore the legend `Peter Anderson and Co.', ...
The future was dark and the past was dead As they gazed on the sea once more - But a ...
More than a hundred years ago, in a great battle fought near Delhi, an Indian Prince rode fifty miles after ...
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square, And a Spirit came to his bedside and ...
Oh gallant was our galley from her caren steering-wheel To her figurehead of silver and her beak of hammered steel; ...
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently ...
The old woman across the way is whipping the boy again and shouting to the neighborhood her goodness and his ...
He loved her and she loved him His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to He ...
All this was written on the next day's list. On which the busyness unfurled its cursive roots, pale but effective, ...
Gripped by fears doubts, the winds raging causing him to sink when he took his sights off Jesus Afraid, still ...
Locked behind doors the followers together gathered in the upper room gripped by their fear Standing again with them suddenly ...
The moment had come the betrayer on the way alone in the garden Christ going to pray Crushing sorrow that ...
When they were gripped by fear buffeted, rocked by wind, waves afraid in the boat He reassured them all "I ...
Before their shouts of praise confession he was the Son of God What were they thinking, those in the boat? ...
A day not unlike today pulling me back in time to that fateful day before the call from the state ...
Vivid memory Twenty-five years past Her hands Old, blotched, tired Gripped the sheet metal Chair below her White knuckles Held ...
TWELVE o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
"Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?" -- Browning. "Shelley? Oh, yes, I saw him often then," The old man ...
He lay within a warm, soft world Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, Wave upon ...
The last pose flickered, failed. The screen's dead white Glared in a sudden flooding of harsh light Stabbing the eyes; ...
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...
1 You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud, still have your dresses copied from ...
Aunt Imogen was coming, and therefore The children-Jane, Sylvester, and Young George- Were eyes and ears; for there was only ...
Oh, there's some that breeds the Devon that's as solid as a stone, And there's some that breeds the brindle ...
Now the new chum loaded his three-nought-three, It's a small-bore gun, but his hopes were big. "I am fed to ...
What! you don't like him; well, maybe -- we all have our fancies, of course: Brumby to look at, you ...
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