The Gumsucker’s Dirge (Joseph Furphy Poems)
Sing the evil days we see, and the worse that are to be,In such doggerel as dejection will allow,We are ...
Sing the evil days we see, and the worse that are to be,In such doggerel as dejection will allow,We are ...
Oh, praise an' tanks! De Lord he comeTo set de people free;An' massa tink it day ob doom,An' we ob ...
A SONG.UP the dewy slopes of morningFollow me;Every smoky spy-glass scorning,Look and see, look and seeHow the simple sun is ...
Now this is a rhyme that might well be carried Gummed in your hat till the end of things:Say Good-bye when ...
There is a noise, and then the crowded herdOf noon-time workers flows into the street.My soul, bewildered and without retreat,Closes ...
ALL day the waves assailed the rock, I heard no church-bell chime;The sea-beat scorns the minster clock And breaks the glass of ...
. Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the ...
PEACE to their ashes! Far away they lie, Among their poor, beneath the equal sky. Among their poor, who blessed ...
O, praise an' tanks! De Lord he come To set de people free; An' massa tink it day ob ...
Sweet in the leafy woods the round Of singing birds in June;And sweet on wintry hills the soundOf hounds that ...
The silence of traitorous feet!The silence of close-pent rage!The roar, and the sudden heart-beat!And the shot through the true heart ...
Clear and cool, clear and cool,By laughing shallow and dreaming pool;Cool and clear, cool and clear,By shining shingle and foaming ...
How comely it was and how reviving,When with clay and with death no longer strivingDown firm roads we came to ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
No church-bell rings them from the Track, No pulpit lights theirblindness-- 'Tis hardship, drought, and homelessness That teach those Bushmen ...
As I was lying in my bed I heard the church-bell ring; Before one solemn word was said A bird ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the birth The ...
Though elegance I ill afford, My living-room is green and gold; The former tenant was a lord Who died of ...
I. "Another day, Ah! me, a day "Of dreary Sorrow is begun! "And still I loath the temper'd ray, "And ...
As I lie at rest on a patch of clover In the Western Park when the day is done. I ...
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