A Convict’s Tour To Hell (Frank Macnamara Poems)
Nor can the foremost of the sons of menEscape my ribald and licentious penSwiftYou prisoners of New South Wales,Who frequent ...
Nor can the foremost of the sons of menEscape my ribald and licentious penSwiftYou prisoners of New South Wales,Who frequent ...
Composed at Stroud A.A. Co. Establishment StationNew South Wales.Composed and written October 23rd day, Anno 1839You prisoners of New South ...
It was the fairest and the sweetest scene--The freshest, sunniest, smiling land that e'erHeld o'er the waves its arms of ...
Lost! lost! lost!The famed and gracious Anne is no more,Her sceptre broken, now her power is o'er,Ye judges, who, to-day ...
Loudly roared the English cannon, loudly thundered back our own,Pouring down a hail of iron from their battlements of stone,Giving ...
'Tis done! Henceforth nor joy nor woe Can make or mar my fate; I gaze around, above, below, ...
A PAIR of lovers in the street! I dare not mock: with reverence meet My unforgetting heart I cheat. ...
It's not for us to understandHow life on earth began to be,How forms that lived within the seaShould leave the ...
The morning is wild and dark, The night mist runs on the vale,Bright Lucifer dies to a spark, And the ...
I must go on: There may be ways unseenFor you to elude exigencies of fate;You may know subtle means to ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
NO master sage, nor orator I know, Who can success, like gentle Cupid show; His ways and arguments are pleasing ...
1/ Genius is not a generous thing In return it charges more interest than any amount of royalties can cover ...
Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act? Without its climax, death, what savour hath Life? an impeccable ...
Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act? Without its climax, death, what savour hath Life? an impeccable ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
If you danced from midnight to six A.M. who would understand? The runaway boy who chucks it all to live ...
I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it---- A sort of walking miracle, my skin ...
On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose. Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend Above the rolling ball in ...
I It was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw ...
IT was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw to ...
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