The Flour Bin (Henry Lawson Poem)
By Lawson's Hill, near Mudgee, On old Eurunderee - The place they called "New Pipeclay", Where the diggers used to ...
By Lawson's Hill, near Mudgee, On old Eurunderee - The place they called "New Pipeclay", Where the diggers used to ...
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square, And a Spirit came to his bedside and ...
I caught rumours of some internal hearing then you appeared with tears squeezing your eyes, hands scrunched up like a ...
Robin Hood's mother, these twelve years now, Has been gone from her earthly home; And Robin has paid, he scarce ...
Give way, give way, ye gates, and win An easy blessing to your bin And basket, by our entering in. ...
Come pity us, all ye who see Our harps hung on the willow-tree; Come pity us, ye passers-by, Who see ...
Lord, Thou hast given me a cell Wherein to dwell; An little house, whose humble roof Is weather-proof; Under the ...
Easy with a demon putting a face on evil calling out bin Laden the leader of al Qaeda But now ...
One man's death though somewhat cathartic yet bringing the pain the loss back to the forefront One man's death hardly ...
A sense of vindication of closure for the loss not joy in the killing in the taking of a life ...
A quiet resolve a sense of some closure; but the pain still there our innocence gone Without cheering no joy ...
Even the death of evil taken by his choosing refusing to submit to stand in the dock of justice Saddened ...
Do we mourn even for the death of evil of a person bent on our destruction How can we be ...
The requited anger the focus of our rage bin Laden gone, buried in the water in a watery grave A ...
Victory over evil in the cries of war the terrorist brought down but may we not gloat Not like the ...
What will be the consequence what will be remembered of this day in history the head of the snake the ...
Not nearly the whole but the head of the snake cut off, dead in a watery grave No real closure ...
The words of remembrance crackling on the radio as person after person reliving those memories Mourning again not feeling real ...
Metastasized, transformed for terror not a single body like the head of a snake The head cut off but the ...
The moment of this time to forgive bin Laden the one we had so hated gunned down, now dead The ...
What will happen this Friday in that land when the mosques empty the people done with their prayers will the ...
Once when the snow of the year was beginning to fall, We stopped by a mountain pasture to say 'Whose ...
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
When Stiivoren town was in its prime And queened the Zuyder Zee, Its ships went out to every clime With ...
The Products of my Farm are these Sufficient for my Own And here and there a Benefit Unto a Neighbor's ...
A Field of Stubble, lying sere Beneath the second Sun -- Its Toils to Brindled People thrust -- Its Triumphs ...
THINK not, 'cause men flattering say You're fresh as April, sweet as May, Bright as is the morning star, That ...
Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she That shall command my heart and me; Where'er she lie, Locked up from ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
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