When Your Pants Begin to Go (Henry Lawson Poem)
When you wear a cloudy collar and a shirt that isn't white, And you cannot sleep for thinking how you'll ...
When you wear a cloudy collar and a shirt that isn't white, And you cannot sleep for thinking how you'll ...
A SONG. I. TH'ambitious Eye that seeks alone, Where Beauties Wonders most are shown; Of all that bounteous Heaven displays, ...
"A equals X," says Mister One. "A equals B," says Mister Two. "A equals nothing under the sun But A," ...
Sooner I'd praise a Cloud which Light beguiles, Than thy rash Hand which robs this Face of Smiles; And does ...
Higher far, Upward, into the pure realm, Over sun or star, Over the flickering Dæmon film, Thou must mount for ...
Thou leaden brain, which censur'st what I write, And say'st my lines be dull and do not move, I marvel ...
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son- Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate ...
You've seen Balloons set -- Haven't You? So stately they ascend -- It is as Swans -- discarded You, For ...
Like Mighty Foot Lights -- burned the Red At Bases of the Trees -- The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting ...
His Mansion in the Pool The Frog forsakes -- He rises on a Log And statements makes -- His Auditors ...
The Ekka institution bares us all, though call it Exhibition, Royal Queensland Show, it's that time of year when you ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? ...
WHEN, by a generous Public's kind acclaim, That dearest meed is granted-honest fame; Waen here your favour is the actor's ...
self-congratulatory nonsense as the famous gather to applaud their seeming greatness you wonder where the real ones are what giant ...
"Why am I not myself these many days, You ask? And have you nothing more to ask? I do you ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
'Perspective betrays with its dichotomy: train tracks always meet, not here, but only in the impossible mind's eye; horizons beat ...
Richard Pigott, the forger, was a very bad man, And to gainsay it there's nobody can, Because for fifty years ...
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care ...
What large, dark hands are those at the window Lifted, grasping in the yellow light Which makes its way through ...
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