The Paroo (Henry Lawson Poem)
It was a week from Christmas-time, As near as I remember, And half a year since, in the rear, We'd ...
It was a week from Christmas-time, As near as I remember, And half a year since, in the rear, We'd ...
Tell, if thou canst, and truly, whence doth come This camphire, storax, spikenard, galbanum, These musks, these ambers, and those ...
(a) radical ban all fires and places where people congregate to create comfort put an end to sleep good cooking ...
Not fear. Maybe, out there somewhere, the possibility of fear; the wall that might tumble down, because it's for sure ...
I feel no small reluctance in venturing to give to the public a work of the character of that indicated ...
Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the ...
I'M now disposed to give a pretty tale; Love laughs at what I've sworn and will prevail; Men, gods, and ...
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed, The sort of lover, avaricious named; And if in opposites we reason see, ...
They let me in. I went right up to the nursery and climbed into the crib, and assumed the famous ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
The Infinite a sudden Guest Has been assumed to be -- But how can that stupendous come Which never went ...
Alone and in a Circumstance Reluctant to be told A spider on my reticence Assiduously crawled And so much more ...
A single Clover Plank Was all that saved a Bee A Bee I personally knew From sinking in the sky ...
The poet Phernazis is composing the important part of his epic poem. How Darius, son of Hystaspes, assumed the kingdom ...
Love is no more. It died as the mind dies: the pure desire Relinquishing the blissful form it wore, The ...
This hideous, upholstered in gift-wrap fabric, chromed in places, design possibility for the future canned ham. Its genius wonderful, circa ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
I I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him ...
Between me and the sunset, like a dome Against the glory of a world on fire, Now burned a sudden ...
Small knowledge have we that by knowledge met May not some day be quaint as any told In almagest or ...
Beaten like an old hound Whimpering by the stove, I complicate the pain That smarts with promised love. The oilstove ...
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