When the Children Come Home (Henry Lawson Poem)
On a lonely selection far out in the West An old woman works all the day without rest, And she ...
On a lonely selection far out in the West An old woman works all the day without rest, And she ...
Man, is the Sea your master? Sea, and is man your slave? - This is the song of brave men ...
Weak but alive dying yet still alive huge eyes round like golf balls white as bones Bony framed fleshless Pus ...
Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts Noplace to shit ...
Though loth to grieve The evil time's sole patriot, I cannot leave My buried thought For the priest's cant, Or ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Were I not a patriot, which of course I am, I would explain just how the term remains a sticking ...
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Old Elm that murmured in our chimney top The sweetest anthem autumn ever made And into mellow whispering calms would ...
How sweet and pleasant grows the way Through summer time again While Landrails call from day to day Amid the ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
I. She should never have looked at me If she meant I should not love her! There are plenty ... ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
May-, 1786.I LANG hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
KILMARNOCK wabsters, fidge an' claw, An' pour your creeshie nations; An' ye wha leather rax an' draw, Of a' denominations; ...
I 'But where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew, And her eyes were alive ...
Well, Bokardo, here we are; Make yourself at home. Look around-you haven't far To look-and why be dumb? Not the ...
Now this was what Macpherson told While waiting in the stand; A reckless rider, over-bold, The only man with hands ...
Morning again, nothing has to be done, maybe buy a piano or make fudge. At least clean the room up ...
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