The Flour Bin (Henry Lawson Poem)
By Lawson's Hill, near Mudgee, On old Eurunderee - The place they called "New Pipeclay", Where the diggers used to ...
By Lawson's Hill, near Mudgee, On old Eurunderee - The place they called "New Pipeclay", Where the diggers used to ...
It was a Maine lobster town- each morning boatloads of hands pushed off for granite quarries on the islands, and ...
Why is that wanton gossip Fame So dumb about this man's affairs? Why do we titter at his name Who ...
(For My Mother) The halls that were loud with the merry tread of young and careless feet Are still with ...
Twelve hundred million men are spread About this Earth, and I and You Wonder, when You and I are dead, ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
Either at my friend's daughter's sixteen-year-old body dumped on the morgue slab, T-shirt stuck fast to one ripped breast I ...
I never dreamed we'd meet that day In our old haunts down Fricourt way, Plotting such marvellous journeys there For ...
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp All that was needed was to say to him, "How is the ...
Once I dipt into the future far as human eye could see, And I saw the Chief Forecaster, dead as ...
A Thurn Among them marble where the man may lie lie chieftains grand in final phase, or pause, 'O rare ...
Henry of Donnybrook bred like a pig, bred when he was brittle, bred when big, how he's sweating to support ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
This is the lair of the landlady She is a raw voice loose in the rooms beneath me. the continuous ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
Our fathers, brave men were and strong, And whisky was their daily liquor; They used to move the world along ...
The track that led to Carmody's is choked and overgrown, The suckers of the stringybark have made the place their ...
Scene: Federal Political Arena A darkened cave. In the middle, a cauldron, boiling. Enter the three witches. 1ST WITCH: Thrice ...
Beneath this slab John Brown is stowed. He watched the ads And not the road. (Ogden Nash)
Translated by Shorsha Sullivan (book includes DVD with audio performance directed by Piers Burton-Page, slide show of sculptures by Fritz ...
I. A NEGRO SERMON:-SIMON LEGREE (To be read in your own variety of negro dialect.) Legree's big house was white ...
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