Cherry- Tree Inn (Henry Lawson Poem)
The rafters are open to sun, moon, and star, Thistles and nettles grow high in the bar -- The chimneys ...
The rafters are open to sun, moon, and star, Thistles and nettles grow high in the bar -- The chimneys ...
January Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues ...
I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls The burial-ground God's-Acre! It is just; It consecrates each grave within its ...
The Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay: "Our World is full of wickedness, My Children maim ...
his approach to love he said was that of a farmer most love like hunters and like hunters most kill ...
A wondrous presence, the growing of the garden in His time, growth visible, discernible able to be seen The work ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
In anguish we uplift A new unhallowed song: The race is to the swift; The battle to the strong. Of ...
You brave heroic minds, Worthy your country's name, That honour still pursue, Go, and subdue, Whilst loit'ring hinds Lurke here ...
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
It sifts from Leaden Sieves -- It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Not in the solitude Alone may man commune with heaven, or see Only in savage wood And sunny vale, the ...
CHAPTER 1 Lo, a shadow of horror is risen In Eternity! Unknown, unprolific, Self-clos'd, all-repelling: what demon Hath form'd this ...
1. Lo, a shadow of horror is risen In Eternity! Unknown, unprolific! Self-closd, all-repelling: what Demon Hath form'd this abominable ...
Sleep! sleep! beauty bright, Dreaming o'er the joys of night; Sleep! sleep! in thy sleep Little sorrows sit and weep. ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
Mens Voices: LORD of the lotus, lord of the harvest, Bright and munificent lord of the morn! Thine is the ...
DEIGN, Prince, my tribute to receive, This lyric offering to your name, Who round your jewelled scepter bind The lilies ...
When everything was fine And the notion of sin had vanished And the earth was ready In universal peace To ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
Kiss me and comfort my heart Maiden honest and fine. I am the pilgrim boy Lame, but hunting the shrine; ...
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