The Star of Australasia (Henry Lawson Poem)
We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation's slime; Better a shred of a deep-dyed ...
We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation's slime; Better a shred of a deep-dyed ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated Challengers of oblivion Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down, The ...
a soft wind through an LA window a goddess of a promised life transparent on the other side begs me ...
Now the golden Morn aloft Waves her dew-bespangled wing, With vermeil cheek and whisper soft She wooes the tardy Spring: ...
Through ev'ry Age some Tyrant Passion reigns: Now Love prevails, and now Ambition gains Reason's lost Throne, and sov'reign Rule ...
Roads not yet glistening, rain slight, Broken clouds darken after thinning away. Where they drift, purple cliffs blacken. And beyond ...
Sinuously winding through the room On smokey tongues of sweetened cigarettes, -- Plaintive yet proud the cello tones resume The ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
When all around grew drear and dark, And reason half withheld her ray- And hope but shed a dying spark ...
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
O God, take the sun from the sky! It's burning me, scorching me up. God, can't You hear my cry? ...
O thou who from the mountain's height Roll'st down thy clouds with all their weight Of waters to old Niles ...
YOU, Charidemus, who my cradle swung, And watched me all the days that I was young; You, at whose step ...
High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O'er-topping the grand imag'ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem'd to reign; ...
WHERE on the bosom of the foamy RHINE, In curling waves the rapid waters shine; Where tow'ring cliffs in awful ...
What beck'ning ghost, along the moon-light shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade? 'Tis she!--but why that bleeding ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
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