Cherry- Tree Inn (Henry Lawson Poem)
The rafters are open to sun, moon, and star, Thistles and nettles grow high in the bar -- The chimneys ...
The rafters are open to sun, moon, and star, Thistles and nettles grow high in the bar -- The chimneys ...
Above the ashes straight and tall, Through ferns with moisture dripping, I climb beneath the sandstone wall, My feet on ...
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, ...
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!" Cried the warriors, cried the old men, When he came in triumph homeward With the sacred ...
Should you ask me, whence these stories? Whence these legends and traditions, With the odors of the forest With the ...
Downward through the evening twilight, In the days that are forgotten, In the unremembered ages, From the full moon fell ...
In dark fens of the Dismal Swamp The hunted Negro lay; He saw the fire of the midnight camp, And ...
1 On my way home from school up tribal Providence Hill past the Academy ballpark where I could never hope ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
The row on row the clusters, green through the wet ground pushing through the soil giving way to their urgings ...
In some sense, all of us when we are in the winds exposed, alone with our thought naked on the ...
I saw again, the picture where you ashes lay on the frozen, snow-covered ground spread out on the side of ...
Now that they've got it settled whose I be, I'm going to tell them something they won't like: They've got ...
I DWELL in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago, And left no trace but the ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
I wake and hearing it raining. Were I dead, what would I give Lazily to lie here, Like this, and ...
These Fevered Days -- to take them to the Forest Where Waters cool around the mosses crawl -- And shade ...
I know where Wells grow -- Droughtless Wells -- Deep dug -- for Summer days -- Where Mosses go no ...
I robbed the Woods -- The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses My fantasy to ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
Many have Earth's lovers been, Tried in seas and wars, I ween; Yet the mightiest have I seen: Yea, the ...
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
BEHIND yon hills where Lugar flows, 'Mang moors an' mosses many, O, The wintry sun the day has clos'd, And ...
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good ...
Far from the churchyard dig his grave, On some green mound beside the wave; To westward, sea and sky alone, ...
O A' ye pious godly flocks, Weel fed on pastures orthodox, Wha now will keep you frae the fox, Or ...
THE HEATHER was blooming, the meadows were mawn, Our lads gaed a-hunting ae day at the dawn, O'er moors and ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
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