The Fight at Eureka Stockade (Henry Lawson Poem)
"Was I at Eureka?" His figure was drawn to a youthful height, And a flood of proud recollections made the ...
"Was I at Eureka?" His figure was drawn to a youthful height, And a flood of proud recollections made the ...
The forest bitter, spiky, no shore breeze, no foothills, the grass grows matted, death will come with horses' hooves, endlessly ...
In this evil year, autumn comes early... I walk by night in the field, alone, the rain clatters, The wind ...
CHORUS: O suitably-attired-in-leather-boots Head of a traveller, wherefore seeking whom Whence by what way how purposed art thou come To ...
This darksome burn, horseback brown, His rollrock highroad roaring down, In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam ...
Terrifying are the attent sleek thrushes on the lawn, More coiled steel than living - a poised Dark deadly eye, ...
Phone for the fish knives, Norman As cook is a little unnerved; You kiddies have crumpled the serviettes And I ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
AMERICA always! Always our own feuillage! Always Florida's green peninsula! Always the priceless delta of Louisiana! Always the cotton-fields of ...
Runs to no compass point But starts within the human heart Where travellers in twos may go As for a ...
This day winding down now At God speeded summer's end In the torrent salmon sun, In my seashaken house On ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
They work with herbs and penicillin They work with gentleness and the scalpel. They dig out the cancer, close an ...
In highest way of heav'n the Sun did ride, Progressing then from fair twins' golden place: Having no scarf of ...
NAPOLEON shifted, Restless in the old sarcophagus And murmured to a watchguard: "Who goes there?" "Twenty-one million men, Soldiers, armies, ...
TEN minutes now I have been looking at this. I have gone by here before and wondered about it. This ...
IN the morning, a Sunday morning, shadows of sea and adumbrants of rock in her eyes . horseback in leather ...
Twas at the camp of Rorke's Drift, and at tea-time, And busily engaged in culinary operations was a private of ...
Spring rides no horses down the hill, But comes on foot, a goose-girl still. And all the loveliest things there ...
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