For’ard’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away ...
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away ...
Now this is the tale of the Council the German Kaiser decreed, To ease the strong of their burden, to ...
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul sledges of cordwood ...
(1) a great man there was a great man so great he couldn't be criticised in the light who died ...
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
On the banks of the Mersey, o'er on Cheshire side, Lies Runcorn that's best known to fame By Transporter Bridge ...
The day after Christmas, young Albert Were what's called, confined to his bed, With a tight kind of pain in ...
Seven tailored suits, matching shoes and socks, a brace of muted ties with subtle breast pocket handkerchiefs descried, you wouldn't ...
Sent off to boarding school at twelve, with a pair of oxfords, a pair of patents, my sterling silver christening ...
Remember the 1340's? We were doing a dance called the Catapult. You always wore brown, the color craze of the ...
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
God's truth! these be the bitter times. In vain I sing my sheaf of rhymes, And hold my battered hat ...
She was a Philistine spick and span, He was a bold Bohemian. She had the mode, and the last at ...
I'd hate to be centipede (of legs I've only two), For if new trousers I should need (as oftentimes I ...
WHO knows what I know when I have asked the night questions and the night has answered nothing only the ...
LET us go out of the fog, John, out of the filmy persistent drizzle on the streets of Stockholm, let ...
Crops like hedgehogs, high-crown'd hats, Whispers like Jew MOSES ; Padded collars, thick cravats, And cheeks as red as roses. ...
We see it each day in the paper, And know that there's mischief in store; That some unprofessional caper Has ...
An odor has remained among the sugarcane: a mixture of blood and body, a penetrating petal that brings nausea. Between ...
I LOOK on the specious electrical light Blatant, mechanical, crawling and white, Wickedly red or malignantly green Like the beads ...
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