The Captain of the Push (Henry Lawson Poem)
As the night was falling slowly down on city, town and bush, From a slum in Jones's Alley sloped the ...
As the night was falling slowly down on city, town and bush, From a slum in Jones's Alley sloped the ...
WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting? Not unfamiliar to my ear his name, Nor yet unknown to many ...
Crossing the frontier they were stopped in time, Told, quite politely, they would have to wait: Passports in order, nothing ...
NOUGHT more accursed in war I know Than getting off scot-free; Inured to danger, on we go In constant victory; ...
"You ought to have seen what I saw on my way To the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day: Blueberries as ...
There's a whisper down the line at 11.39 When the Night Mail's ready to depart, Saying "Skimble where is Skimble ...
They spoke of Progress spiring round, Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward-- It is not true to say I frowned, ...
Whene'er I feed the barnyard folk My gentle soul is vexed; My sensibilities are torn And I am sore perplexed. ...
The surly cop looked out at me in sleep insect-like. Guess, who was the insect. I'd asked him in my ...
She wore little teeth of pearls around her neck. They were grinning politely and evenly at me. Unsuitable they smirked. ...
it came today to visit and moved into the house it was smaller than an elephant but larger than a ...
I'd tear like a wolf at bureaucracy. For mandates my respect's but the slightest. To the devil himself I'd chuck ...
There is one thing that ought to be taught in all the colleges, Which is that people ought to be ...
When you entered the workshop, I was already here. How many statues, and torsos, and heads ! Like remains of ...
Jack Honest was only eight years of age when his father died, And by the death of his father, Mrs ...
In a little town in Devonshire, in the mellow September moonlight, A gentleman passing along a street saw a pitiful ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
A bear, however hard he tries, Grows tubby without exercise. Our Teddy Bear is short and fat, Which is not ...
If people ask me, I always tell them: "Quite well, thank you, I'm very glad to say." If people ask ...
Christopher Robin goes Hoppity, hoppity, Hoppity, hoppity, hop. Whenever I tell him Politely to stop it, he Says he can't ...
In Lake Forest, a suburb of Chicago, a woman sits at her desk to write me a letter. She holds ...
I. A NEGRO SERMON:-SIMON LEGREE (To be read in your own variety of negro dialect.) Legree's big house was white ...
Two statesmen met by moonlight. Their ease was partly feigned. They glanced about the prairie. Their faces were constrained. In ...
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