Toolangi (C J Dennis Poems)
He was obviously English, in his Harris tweeds and stockings.And his accent was of Oxford, and his swagger and his ...
He was obviously English, in his Harris tweeds and stockings.And his accent was of Oxford, and his swagger and his ...
When behind her violated border, With unflinching bayonet and gun,Belgium, in heroic battle order, Met the savage onset ...
GO on, thou great Apostle of the Waters,Fill up the measure of thy useful days;Stem the rough billows that oppose ...
'T IS Christmas, and the North wind blows; 't was two years yesterday Since from the Lusitania's bows I looked ...
I hear thee, echo! And I start to hear thee With a strange shock, as from among the hillsThy ...
OH ! build me a hut, where that blue-streaming river Winds placidly through the green valleys of CRAY ;Where high ...
IN my hot youth I rashly pennedA Sonnet of the After-life.It was the time of stress and strifeThrough which the ...
WIDE are the plains-the plains that stretch to the west An ocean of trackless waste, untrodden and rude,Where an ...
LIKE clings to like - the aged nations sitIn solemn conclave, with the hoary headOf vast experience, seeking less to ...
Oh say not that no perfume dwells;The wilding flowers among,Say not that in the forest dellsIs heard no voice of ...
WHILE young Christmas, long ago,Tossed about his balls of snow,Skated on the frozen mere,Closely wrapped in wintry gear,Or in firelight's ...
Here fix the tablet. This must be the place Where our Columbus of the South did land. He saw the ...
My Country, though rude yet, and wild, be thy nature,This alone our proud love should beget and command:There's noon in ...
Sons of Australia, be loyal and true to her - Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross! Sing a ...
The white moth to the closing bine, The bee to the opened clover, And the gipsy blood to the gipsy ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
If you leave the gloom of London and you seek a glowing land, Where all except the flag is strange ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
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