As far as your Rifles Cover (Henry Lawson Poem)
Do you think, you slaves of a thousand years to poverty, wealth and pride, You can crush the spirit that ...
Do you think, you slaves of a thousand years to poverty, wealth and pride, You can crush the spirit that ...
O SORROW! Why dost borrow The natural hue of health, from vermeil lips?-- To give maiden blushes To the white ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
1 Dear ghosts, dear presences, O my dear parents, Why were you so sad on porches, whispering? What great melancholies ...
Gaunt in gloom, The pale stars their torches, Enshrouded, wave. Ghostfires from heaven's far verges faint illume, Arches on soaring ...
Moonless darkness stands between. Past, the Past, no more be seen! But the Bethlehem-star may lead me To the sight ...
One silent night of late, When every creature rested, Came one unto my gate, And knocking, me molested. Who's that, ...
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
Once upon a time there was a person He was walking along He met the full burning moon Rolling slowly ...
Spring Up, up you go, you must be introduced. You must learn belonging to (no-one) Drenched in the white veil ...
A little while, a little while, The weary task is put away, And I can sing and I can smile, ...
In your arms was still delight, Quiet as a street at night; And thoughts of you, I do remember, Were ...
After the wolves and before the elms the bardic order ended in Ireland. Only a few remained to continue a ...
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander ...
Henry's pelt was put on sundry walls where it did much resemble Henry and them persons was delighted. Especially his ...
AN we suppress the old Remorse Who bends our heart beneath his stroke, Who feeds, as worms feed on the ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
(Lines written in the Vale of Chamouni) 1 The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its ...
I The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- ...
Does the wind sing in your ears at night, in the town, Rattling the windows and doors of the cheap-built ...
We stripped in the first warm spring night and ran down into the Detroit River to baptize ourselves in the ...
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