Because My Father’s One (Henry Lawson Poems)
It was the King of Virland -0 he was angry then -That rode to crush rebellionWith twenty thousand men.His enemies ...
It was the King of Virland -0 he was angry then -That rode to crush rebellionWith twenty thousand men.His enemies ...
Beautiful lily, dwelling by still rivers, Or solitary mere,Or where the sluggish meadow-brook delivers Its waters to the weir!Thou laughest at the ...
Owls: they whinney down the night, Bats go zigzag by.Ambushed in shadow out of sight The outlaws lie.Old gods, shrunk to shadows, ...
The old orchard, full of smoking air,Full of sour marsh and broken boughs, is there,But kept no more by vanished ...
PERSONS REPRESENTED. Sir Pierce Thorne, a wealthy brewer. Mr. Murdock, a banker. Mostyn Wynne, the dispossessed heir of Wynhavod. Norman, ...
It was down across the BrazosThat we rounded up to start,With about five thousand cattleFor the busy Kansas mart;There were ...
I lift this old Communion Cup,And, lo!—what visions gather upLike white clouds on a summer dayWhen all the winds have ...
(This clan of tobacco outlaws in Kentucky during 1907-1908 cast such disgrace on her good name as years will ...
John Gilbert was a bushrangerOf terrible renownFor sticking lots of people upAnd shooting others down.John Gilbert said unto his pals,'Although ...
Ye strong young men of Huron, Ye sons of Britons true, Your fathers fought for freedom, ...
Four horseman rode out from the heart of the range,Four horseman with aspects forbidding and strange.They were booted and spurred, ...
Come all Australia's sons to me — A hero has been slainAnd cowardly butchered in his sleep ...
Slim Bates ain't braggin' any moreAbout how he kin ride'An' gosh, but he gets mighty soreWhenever he is guyed.He uster ...
"Behind the board fence at the banker's house The slender, tawn-gray creature starves and thirsts In agony of fear. A ...
One day old Trooper Campbell Rode out to Blackman's Run, His cap-peak and his sabre Were glancing in the sun. ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Chill and mirk is the nightly blast, Where Pindus' mountains rise, And angry clouds are pouring fast The vengeance of ...
1 O sight of shame, and pain, and dole! O fearful thought-a convict Soul! RANG the refrain along the hall, ...
In Pat Mahoney's booze bazaar the fun was fast and free, And Ragtime Billy spanked the baby grand; While caroling ...
By the winding Wollondilly where the weeping willows weep, And the shepherd, with his billy, half awake and half asleep, ...
There's never a stone at the sleeper's head, There's never a fence beside, And the wandering stock on the grave ...
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