Borderland (Henry Lawson Poem)
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
You can see it already: chalks and ochers; Country crossed with a thousand furrow-lines; Ground-level rooftops hidden by the shrubbery; ...
Out of the poisonous East, Over a continent of blight, Like a maleficent Influence released From the most squalid cellerage ...
I The thick lids of Night closed upon me Alone at the Bill Of the Isle by the Race {1} ...
I walked in loamy Wessex lanes, afar From rail-track and from highway, and I heard In field and farmstead many ...
In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches ...
(Lines on the loss of the "Titanic") I In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the ...
just as the dusk comes hooting down through the shivering black leaves of the swinging trees we (the brave ones ...
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can't ...
For some reason glinting in the late afternoon sun the icicles on the gutters, the edge of the flashings in ...
Where had I heard this wind before Change like this to a deeper roar? What would it take my standing ...
In the night there are of course the seven wonders of the world and the greatness tragedy and enchantment. Forests ...
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
Whoever disenchants A single Human soul By failure of irreverence Is guilty of the whole. As guileless as a Bird ...
In a still room at hush of dawn, My Love and I lay side by side And heard the roaming ...
III. For the Creche Form 8277059, Sub-Section K I remember my mother, the day that we met, A thing I ...
Guns! far and near Quick, sudden, angry, They startle the still street, Upturned faces appear, Doors open on darkness, There ...
O SWARMING city, city full of dreams, Where in a full day the spectre walks and speaks; Mighty colossus, in ...
CARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and ...
When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us, The hours go silently over our lifted faces, We are ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
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