Mount Bukaroo (Henry Lawson Poem)
Only one old post is standing -- Solid yet, but only one -- Where the milking, and the branding, And ...
Only one old post is standing -- Solid yet, but only one -- Where the milking, and the branding, And ...
My black hills have never seen the sun rising, Eternally they look north towards Armagh. Lot's wife would not be ...
Cain and Abel were brothers born. (Koop-la! Come along, cows!) One raised cattle and one raised corn. (Koop-la! Come along! ...
The blood of the lamb spirit, life, eternal life spread on the lintels of our hearts marking us, a chosen ...
While joy gave clouds the light of stars, That beamed wher'er they looked; And calves and lambs had tottering knees, ...
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
Who ran away from his Nurse and was eaten by a Lion There was a Boy whose name was Jim; ...
Shh! on a twine hung from disastered trees Henry is swinging his daughter. They seem drunk. Over across them look ...
Frau Doktor, Mama Brundig, take out your contacts, remove your wig. I write for you. I entertain. But frogs come ...
CAST a bronze of my head and legs and put them on the king's street. Set the cast of me ...
Come all you little rouseabouts and climb upon my knee; To-day, you see, is Christmas Day, and so it's up ...
Whales have calves, Cats have kittens, Bears have cubs, Bats have bittens, Swans have cygnets, Seals have puppies, But guppies ...
Not every wino is a Holy Man. Oh, but some of them are. I love those who've learned to sit ...
Even as we speak, there's a smoker's cough from behind the whitethorn hedge: we stop dead in our tracks; a ...
At on time, in America, many years ago, Large gray wolves wont to wander to and fro; And from the ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
Gray whale Now that we are sinding you to The End That great god Tell him That we who follow ...
This is a place on the way after the distances can no longer be kept straight here in this dark ...
I wish it were spring in the world. Let it be spring! Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap! Come, rush ...
Last night at black midnight I woke with a cry, The windows were shaking, there was thunder on high, The ...
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