The Roaring Days (Henry Lawson Poem)
The night too quickly passes And we are growing old, So let us fill our glasses And toast the Days ...
The night too quickly passes And we are growing old, So let us fill our glasses And toast the Days ...
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
After so long an absence At last we meet agin: Does the meeting give us pleasure, Or does it give ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
"ALIVE?"--And I leapt in my wonder, Was faint of my joyance, And grasses and grove shone in garments Of glory ...
[I feel considerable hesitation in venturing to offer this version of a poem which Carlyle describes to be 'a beautiful ...
WHY pacest thou, my neighbour fair, The ...
Death came to me in a mini skirt As skittish as a kitten , And said : " I am ...
It was the days of the slow roll, times when we dextrously dressed our hand-rolled cigarettes with a dearth of ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Go, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn your eyes around, Where waving woods and waters wild Do hymn an ...
Fair Child of Sun and Summer! we behold With eager eyes thy wings bedropp'd with gold; The purple spots that ...
(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy ...
There is an inn, a merry old inn beneath an old grey hill, And there they brew a beer so ...
She dwelt here by the pool with its landing-stairs in ruins. Many an evening she had watched the moon made ...
Now Kelly was no fighter; He loved his pipe and glass; An easygoing blighter, Who lived in Montparnasse. But 'mid ...
DAME DOWSON, was a granny grey, Who, three score years and ten, Had pass'd her busy hours away, In talking ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
There is one thing that ought to be taught in all the colleges, Which is that people ought to be ...
The five old bells Are hurrying and eagerly calling, Imploring, protesting They know, but clamorously falling Into gabbling incoherence, never ...
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