Mostly Slavonic (Henry Lawson Poems)
I.-Peter MichaelovIt was Peter the Barbarian put an apron in his bagAnd rolled up the honoured bundle that Australians call ...
I.-Peter MichaelovIt was Peter the Barbarian put an apron in his bagAnd rolled up the honoured bundle that Australians call ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy wistful flock ...
NEW YORK, DECEMBER 3, 1873HANG out our banners on the stately towerIt dawns at last--the long-expected hour!The steep is climbed, ...
IN ancient times, as story tells,The saints would often leave their cells,And stroll about, but hide their quality,To try good ...
ITHE LAST CUP OF CANARYSo, the powder's low, and the larder's clean, And surrender drapes, with its black impending,All the stage ...
AUTOCRAT-PROFESSOR-POETAT A BOOKSTOREAnno Domini 1972A CRAZY bookcase, placed beforeA low-price dealer's open door;Therein arrayed in broken rowsA ragged crew of ...
GOD'S order, "Light!" when all was void and darkBrought mornless noon, a flame without a spark.A gift unearned, that none ...
In bed I muse on Tenier's boors,Embrowned and beery losels all; A wakeful brain Elaborates pain:Within low doors the slugs of boorsLaze ...
Fytte IBy Wood and Wold"Beneath the greenwood bough." — W. Scott.Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows, Though ...
Muse of my Spenser, who so well could singThe passions all, their bearings and their ties;Who could in view those ...
HOME of the Percy's high-born race,Home of their beautiful and brave,Alike their birth and burial place,Their cradle, and their grave!Still ...
The forest ended. Glad I wasTo feel the light, and hear the humOf bees, and smell the drying grassAnd the ...
A burning glass of burnished brass, The calm sea caught the noontide rays,And sunny slopes of golden grass And wastes ...
Ben Bowyang spluttered with rage suppressed, "Hi, there!" And his brow was black,As two by two and three by three ...
Hans reitet troo de Nederland, From Rotterdam below, To Gravenhaag und Leyden Und Haarlem - all a row; He shtoodit ...
IS it so small a thing To have enjoy'd the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
LONG life, my Lord, an' health be yours, Unskaithed by hunger'd Highland boors; Lord grant me nae duddie, desperate beggar, ...
This is the easy time, there is nothing doing. I have whirled the midwife's extractor, I have my honey, Six ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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