The Cambaroora Star (Henry Lawson Poem)
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy ...
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy ...
With eyes that are narrowed to pierce To the awful horizons of land, Through the blaze of hot days, and ...
Roll up, Eureka's heroes, on that grand Old Rush afar, For Lalor's gone to join you in the big camp ...
The night too quickly passes And we are growing old, So let us fill our glasses And toast the Days ...
In his lodge beside a river, Close beside a frozen river, Sat an old man, sad and lonely. White his ...
Often I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea; Often in thought go up and down ...
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a ...
Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee, With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles, Thou gazest at the painted tiles, ...
We who beg for bread as we daily tread Country lane and city street, Let us kneel and pray on ...
Now this is the tale of the Council the German Kaiser decreed, To ease the strong of their burden, to ...
We shall not ever meet them bearded in heaven Nor sunning themselves among the bald of hell; If anywhere, in ...
Pindaric Ode "Ruin seize thee, ruthless King! Confusion on thy banners wait! Tho' fanned by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock ...
Last nite I dreamed of T.S. Eliot welcoming me to the land of dream Sofas couches fog in England Tea ...
A picture of God remains in the recesses of my mind, an old resistant strain, a long dormant thread, a ...
In my trade, you never are to ask these kinds of questions, questions where you don't know the answer, those ...
Not a Gorton's Fisherman, no he doesn't have the hands, the weathered brow, the smell of fish, or the sound ...
Aha! a traitor in the camp, A rebel strangely bold,-- A lisping, laughing, toddling scamp, Not more than four years ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
Rearrange a "Wife's" affection! When they dislocate my Brain! Amputate my freckled Bosom! Make me bearded like a man! Blush, ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
Grief is fatiguing. He is out of it, the whole humiliating Human round, out of this & that. He made ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in ...
GUDEWIFE,I MIND it weel in early date, When I was bardless, young, and blate, An' first could thresh the barn, ...
We are resolved into the supreme air, We are made one with what we touch and see, With our heart’s ...
When the call of the hudud, Echoes through the palm fronds Carrying in their mists, Visions, memories: Caravans of high ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
for Jim Cummins In Iowa, Jim dreamed that Della Street was Anne Sexton's twin. Dave drew a comic strip called ...
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