Constable M’Carty’s Investigatio (Henry Lawson Poems)
Most unpleasantly adjacent to the haunts of lower orders Stood a 'terrace' in the city when the current year began,And a ...
Most unpleasantly adjacent to the haunts of lower orders Stood a 'terrace' in the city when the current year began,And a ...
Passing lovely was the night, Silver clouds flew o'er us, Spring, methought, with splendor dight Led the happy chorus. Sleep-entranced lay wood and dale, Empty ...
OH, the poets may sing of their Lady Irenes,And may rave in their rhymes about wonderful queens;But I throw my ...
To every class we have a School assign'd,Rules for all ranks and food for every mind:Yet one there is, that ...
THE STRUGGLES OF CONSCIENCE.A serious Toyman in the city dwelt,Who much concern for his religion felt;Reading, he changed his tenets, ...
OSMOTAR THE BRIDE-ADVISERNow the bride must be instructed,Who will teach the Maid of Beauty,Who instruct the Rainbow-daughter?Osmotar, the wisdom-maiden,Kalew's fair ...
THE FROST-FIEND.Lemminkainen, reckless minstrel,Handsome hero, Kaukomieli,Hastens as the dawn is breaking,At the dawning of the morning,To the resting-place of vessels,To ...
DEATH OF LEMMINKAINEN.Lemminkainen, much disheartened,Deeply thought and long considered,What to do, what course to follow,Whether best to leave the wild-mooseIn ...
Whilom ago, in lowly life,Young Eva lived and smiled,A fair-haired girl, of wondrous truth,And blameless from a child.Gentle she was, ...
In answer to those who have said that English Poetsgive no personal love to their country.ENGLAND, my country, austere in ...
If, some day, you should find me, cold and stark - If you should stumble o'er my lifeless clayIn some ...
Shoulders of upland brown laid dark to the sunset's bosom, Living amber of wheat, and copper of new-ploughed ...
I think of thee, when golden sunbeams shimmer Across the sea; And when the waves reflect the moon's pale glimmer, ...
Not with vain tears, when we're beyond the sun, We'll beat on the substantial doors, nor tread Those dusty high-roads ...
Not with vain tears, when we're beyond the sun, We'll beat on the substantial doors, nor tread Those dusty high-roads ...
It I may not reach the heights I seek, My untried strength may fail me; Or, halfway up the mountain ...
(He speaks.) Walking, walking, oh, the joy of walking! Swinging down the tawny lanes with head held high; Striding up ...
Ye who know the Lone Trail fain would follow it, Though it lead to glory or the darkness of the ...
The Wanderlust has lured me to the seven lonely seas, Has dumped me on the tailing-piles of dearth; The Wanderlust ...
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