The Blue Mountains (Henry Lawson Poem)
Above the ashes straight and tall, Through ferns with moisture dripping, I climb beneath the sandstone wall, My feet on ...
Above the ashes straight and tall, Through ferns with moisture dripping, I climb beneath the sandstone wall, My feet on ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Behold the rocky wall That down its sloping sides Pours the swift rain-drops, blending, as they fall, In rushing river-tides! ...
I Here's the mould of a musical bird long passed from light, Which over the earth before man came was ...
when they look into his mind they find a hill town somewhat surprised they go off to their learned books ...
the day was as grey as the abbey the light that filtered through the glass had no disturbing shine about ...
A village Chorus is supposed to be assembled, and about to commence its festive procession. [Written for the birthday of ...
THESE are the most singular of all the Poems of Goethe, and to many will appear so wild and fantastic, ...
In coming together to celebrate her life a blending of traditions colors of our faith a tapestry of believing in ...
In our new creations wearing the fabric of Christ the differences melting away all of us children of God As ...
Each a separate star in the sky, a thread in the tapestry the gifts I feel called to share a ...
Round the giant spruce trees, at the back of the yard amber casings shining in the morning sun their skeletons ...
A sweet fragrance a rousing chorus the waves sang your praise crashing on the rocks just after the turn of ...
At our table, gathering, Luke searching the scriptures, the lessons for a recipe for a life, lived in piety blending ...
Listening to their harmonies, the blending of their voices really listening, feeling their songs pulled me back to other nights ...
Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles In the golden haze off yonder, Where the song of the sun-kissed ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
NOT in scorn do I reprove thee, Not in pride thy vows I waive, But, believe, I could not love ...
High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending, Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars, Darkness and glory rejoicingly blending, Earth ...
Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now ? Since passion may not fire thee Shall nature cease ...
Thy cheek is pale with thought, but not from woe, And yet so lovely, that if Mirth could flush Its ...
"Vocat aestus in umbram" Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre For three years, out of ...
The daylight is dying Away in the west, The wild birds are flying in silence to rest; In leafage and ...
The daylight is dying Away in the west, The wild birds are flying In silence to rest; In leafage and ...
Draw not away thy hands, my love, With wind alone the branches move, And though the leaves be scant above ...
On this thy natal day permit a friend - A brother - with thy joys his own to blend: In ...
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