Written Out [1] (Henry Lawson Poems)
Sing the song of the reckless, who care not what they do;Sing the song of a sinner and the song ...
Sing the song of the reckless, who care not what they do;Sing the song of a sinner and the song ...
When I was a lad I went to seaAnd they made a cabin boy of me.Yo ho, haul away, my ...
My fellow man I do not care for.I often ask me, What's he there for?The only answer I can findIs, ...
My fellow man I do not care for.I often ask me, What's he there for?The only answer I can findIs, ...
Death is the bullies bashingagainst the black walls and roof tiling,death is the women being lovedin the course of onion ...
Oh, it's easy come and it's easy goWith most of the little girls I know,—Haul away, my bullies!And when you ...
Cardelia. Smilinda. Cardelia. The Basset-Table spread, the Tallier come;Why stays Smilinda in the Dressing-Room?Rise, pensive Nymph, the Tallier waits for ...
I've been dreamin',Of a randy, dandy clipper with her tops'ls set,Pitchin' heavy down the westin' with the leeches wet.Bill Newland, ...
A saint about to fall,The stained flats of heaven hit and razedTo the kissed kite hems of his shawl,On the ...
They are buffeting out in the bitter grey weather,—Blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down!—Sea-lark singing to Golden ...
Johnnie Parrot, Johnnie Parrot, I'll not hear againThat old voice of yours a-ringin' down the windy rain,When the ocean morning's ...
Ye lads who wish well to the spot of your birth, The most independent and happy on earth, It rests ...
By Murphy's Hotel as I loitered alongI heard an old shellback a-singing his song,A crazy old chorus, a song of ...
The third of May! the third of May!Hang out the Polish flag to-day;As loyal Poles have grimly doneSince A.D. 1791.The ...
THE very best ship that ever I knew—Ah-way O, to me O—Was a big black trawler with a deep-sea crew—Sing, ...
Hey, bullies, ho, bullies, what have ye seen,Flying with the seagulls where the sea was green?Oh, I saw a ship ...
As our mother the Frigate, bepainted and fine, Made play for her bully the Ship of the Line; So we, ...
No monument stands over Babi Yar. A drop sheer as a crude gravestone. I am afraid. Today I am as ...
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
Here all the day she swings from tide to tide, Here all night long she tugs a rusted chain, A ...
The Loch Achray was a clipper tall With seven-and-twenty hands in all. Twenty to hand and reef and haul, A ...
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