The Fire At Ross’s Farm (Henry Lawson Poems)
The squatter saw his pastures wide Decrease, as one by one The farmers moving to the west Selected on his ...
The squatter saw his pastures wide Decrease, as one by one The farmers moving to the west Selected on his ...
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door . A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, . Lay down ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
for Greg Fallon A kid yells "Mother Fucker" out the school bus window. I don't think anyone notices the afternoon ...
I'm mighty glad to see you, Mrs. Curtis, And thank you very kindly for this visit-- Especially now when all ...
DEVOUTEST of my Sunday friends, The patient Organ-blower bends; I see his figure sink and rise, (Forgive me, Heaven, my ...
Through vaults of pain, Enribbed and wrought with groins of ghastliness, I passed, and garish spectres moved my brain To ...
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whit- man, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with ...
Piercing eyes, that smile natty attire, just so, sharing a moment with you in passing the peace a bit of ...
Leading us to our seats, watching the congregation, caring for the flock from the back of the sanctuary, from the ...
I like a church, I like a cowl, I love a prophet of the soul, And on my heart monastic ...
Over the terminal, the arms and chest of the god brightened by snow. Formerly mercury, formerly silver, surface yellowed by ...
Because the road to our house is a back road, meadowlands punctuated by gravel quarry and lumberyard, there are unexpected ...
It pleased the Lord of Angels (praise His name!) To hear, one day, report from those who came With pitying ...
The Color of the Grave is Green -- The Outer Grave -- I mean -- You would not know it ...
Better -- than Music! For I -- who heard it -- I was used -- to the Birds -- before ...
Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is, Impatient of no Child -- The feeblest -- or the waywardest -- Her Admonition ...
The castle clock had tolled midnight: With mattock and with spade, And silent, by the torches' light, His corse in ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods, against a stormy sky, Their giant ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
Love, light for me Thy ruddiest blazing torch, That I, albeit a beggar by the Porch Of the glad Palace ...
When yellow leaves the sky they pipe it to the houses to go on making red and warm and floral ...
Oh, the charm of idle dreaming Where the dappled shadows dance, All the leafy aisles are teeming With the lure ...
No rose that in a garden ever grew, In Homer's or in Omar's or in mine, Though buried under centuries ...
In Havana in 1948 I ate fried dog believing it was Peking duck. Later, in Tampa I bunked with an ...
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