The Secret Whisky Cure (Henry Lawson Poems)
'Tis no tale of heroism, 'tis no tale of storm and strife,But of ordinary boozing, and of dull domestic life-Of ...
'Tis no tale of heroism, 'tis no tale of storm and strife,But of ordinary boozing, and of dull domestic life-Of ...
BLEST were those days! Can these dull ages boastAught to compare? though now no more beguile,Chain'd in their darkling depths, ...
When I was young, my heart elate With ardent notions warm, I thirsted to inaugurate A spirit of reform; The universe was all awry, Philosophy ...
We know no mithridatum of despairas drunks, the angry penguins of the night,straddling the cobbles of the square,tying a shoelace ...
Coelo Musa beat.Hor. Carm. Lib. 4. Od. 8.—Nec meus audetRem tentare pudor, quam Vires serre recusent.Hor. Ep. 1. Lib. 2.I ...
'SQUIRE THOMAS; OR THE PRECIPITATE CHOICE.'Squire Thomas flatter'd long a wealthy Aunt,Who left him all that she could give or ...
Mean while thro' savage woods, and deserts vast, The captive with his Midian masters past. At last rich Egypt's pleasant ...
(A Modernity) Twelve good friends Passed under her hat, And devil a one of them Knew where he was at. Had they but known, Then had they known all things, — The littleness of great things, The unmeasured immensity of small things. They had known the Where and the Why, The When and the Wherefore, And how the Eternal Conceived the Eternal, and therefore Beginning began the Beginning; They had apprehended The ultimate virtue of sinning; They had caught the whisper That Vega vibrates to Arcturus, Piercing the walls Of heavy flesh that immure us. But if they had known, Then had there been no mystery; And Life had been poorer, And laughter unsurer, And the shadow of death securer, By lack of this brief history.(Charles G. D. Roberts)
I have allowed my family to scatter,All those who were my dearest to depart,And once again an age-long lonelinessComes in ...
I.Hark, in the steeple the dull bell swingingOver the furrows ill ploughed by Death!Hark the bird-babble, the loud lark singing!Hark, ...
Sweet were the dayes, when thou didst lodge with Lot,Struggle with Jacob, sit with Gideon,Advise with Abraham, when thy power ...
OUT of the dead cathedral, where dead saintsMark for untold contempt worn, sorry talesMumbled by fatted priests, whose boast be--wailsEarth, ...
Burn on, sweet fire, for I live by that fuelWhose smoke is as an incense to my soul.Each sigh prolongs ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
The sole true Something--This ! In Limbo Den It frightens Ghosts as Ghosts here frighten men-- For skimming in the ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
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