Antony Villa (Henry Lawson Poems)
Over there, above the jetty, stands the mansion of the Vardens,With a tennis ground and terrace, and a flagstaff in ...
Over there, above the jetty, stands the mansion of the Vardens,With a tennis ground and terrace, and a flagstaff in ...
Long Bill, the captain of the push, was tired of his estate,And wished to change his life and win the ...
There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu,There's a little marble cross below the town;There's a broken-hearted woman ...
'Twas in a tug-of-war where I-the guvnor's hope and pride-Stepped proudly on the platform as the ringer on my side;Old ...
IWhere West Point crouches, and with lifted shield Turns the whole river eastward through the pass;Whose jutting crags, half silver, ...
The Grenadiers of Austria are proper men and tall; The Grenadiers of Austria have scaled the city wall; They have ...
The Eastern day was well-nigh o'er When, parched with thirst and travel sore, Two of McPherson's flanking corps Across the ...
He wiled me through the furzy croft;He wiled me down the sandy lane.He told his boy's love, soft and oft,Until ...
I never heard him speak a kindly word, My tears were answered with a savage oath,He drank what we ...
If the cricket critics' naggingMerits stern official gagging -- Which I doubt --How would critical ascetics,With their prosy homiletics, Shut ...
Now, children, in this Lesson Two, Briefly we'll make some mentionOf party, just in case that you Some ...
Written from the Plymouth where portentous mistPasses its hands across the tattered theatres'Faces, hit houses hate to hate but must;Recumbent ...
I have been musing what our Banks had saidAnd Cook, had they had second sight, that here(Where fifty years ago ...
It sure was fine to be a soldier for a year.But it is finer to feel free again.There was enough ...
Listen my children and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in ...
A buglar boy from barrack (it is over the hill There)-boy bugler, born, he tells me, of Irish Mother to ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew From nature, I believe 'em true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault ...
The barrack-square, washed clean with rain, Shines wet and wintry-grey and cold. Young Fusiliers, strong-legged and bold, March and wheel ...
The Premier and the Socialist Were walking through the State: They wept to see the Savings Bank Such funds accumulate. ...
From the metal poppy this good blast of trance arriving as shock, private cloudburst blazing down, worst in a boarding-house ...
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