In the Street (Henry Lawson Poem)
Where the needle-woman toils Through the night with hand and brain, Till the sickly daylight shudders like a spectre at ...
Where the needle-woman toils Through the night with hand and brain, Till the sickly daylight shudders like a spectre at ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
This ballad appears to refer to one of the exploits of the notorious Paul Jones, the American pirate. It is ...
As our mother the Frigate, bepainted and fine, Made play for her bully the Ship of the Line; So we, ...
The eyes that mock me sign the way Whereto I pass at eve of day. Grey way whose violet signals ...
To be put on the train and kissed and given my ticket, Then the station slid backward, the shops and ...
There trudges one to a merry-making With sturdy swing, On whom the rain comes down. To fetch the saving medicament ...
the day was as grey as the abbey the light that filtered through the glass had no disturbing shine about ...
A formation of geese coming out of the fog flying low over the playground silently flying seemingly without ever hand ...
Well, they talk of woolly-bear caterpillars which is it, wide brown or wide orange stripes or maybe it is when ...
Brown lived at such a lofty farm That everyone for miles could see His lantern when he did his chores ...
Oval mirror of the sea, age-warped isle waved and cloudy, each angle crystalline and salty. my lens into reality. Point ...
The dogs greet me, I descend into their world of fur and tongues and then my wife and I embrace ...
Two Lengths has every Day -- Its absolute extent And Area superior By Hope or Horror lent -- Eternity will ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
Hands and lit faces eddy to a line; The dazed last minutes click; the clamour dies. Beyond the great-swung arc ...
Thinking of Caroline Herschel (1750-1848), astronomer, sister of William; and others. A woman in the shape of a monster a ...
The world's not wanton only wild and wavering I wanted to choose words that even you would have to be ...
With eyes that searched in the dark, Peering along the line, Stood the grim Scotsman, Hector Clark, Driver of "Forty-nine". ...
Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way To the siding-shed, And lined the train with faces grimly gay. ...
Leaning into the afternoons, I cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes. There, in the highest blaze my solitude ...
To go home and wear shorts forever in the enormous paddocks, in that warm climate, adding a sweater when winter ...
Good people of high and low degree, I pray ye all to list to me, And I'll relate a harrowing ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
I could not decipher the living riddle of my body put it to sleep when it hungered, and overfed it ...
Has my heart gone to sleep? Have the beehives of my dreams stopped working, the waterwheel of the mind run ...
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