Queen Hilda of Virland (Henry Lawson Poem)
PART I Queen Hilda rode along the lines, And she was young and fair; And forward on her shoulders fell ...
PART I Queen Hilda rode along the lines, And she was young and fair; And forward on her shoulders fell ...
The word I spoke in anger weighs less than a parsley seed, but a road runs through it that leads ...
It was an artless Bandar, and he danced upon a pine, And much I wondered how he lived, and where ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
(a) they seek to celebrate the word not to bring their knives out on a poem dissecting it to find ...
LEAVE we the pedants to quarrel and strive, Rigid and cautious the teachers to be! All of the wisest men ...
All day long they come and go-- Pittypat and Tippytoe; Footprints up and down the hall, Playthings scattered on the ...
I let myself in at the kitchen door. "It's you," she said. "I can't get up. Forgive me Not answering ...
Strange, is it not? She was making her garden, Planting the old-fashioned flowers that day- Bleeding-hearts tender and bachelors-buttons- Spreading ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
Dear Mother, dear Mother, the Church is cold, But the Ale-house is healthy & pleasant & warm: Besides I can ...
Rose-maiden, no, I do not quarrel With these dear chains, they don't demean. The nightingale embushed in laurel, The sylvan ...
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
Come, send round the wine, and leave points of belief To simpleton sages and reasoning fools; This moment's a flower ...
Our quarrel seemed a giant thing, It made the room feel mean and small, The books, the lamp, the furniture, ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky ...
This institution, perhaps one should say enterprise out of respect for which one says one need not change one's mind ...
Ploughman, whose gnarly hand yet kindly wheeled Thy plough to ring this solitary tree With clover, whose round plat, reserved ...
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