The City Bushman (Henry Lawson Poem)
It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went, For you sought the greener patches and you travelled ...
It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went, For you sought the greener patches and you travelled ...
AS evening shaped I found me on a moor Which sight could scarce sustain: The black lean land, of featureless ...
The Roman Road runs straight and bare As the pale parting-line in hair Across the heath. And thoughtful men Contrast ...
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The disciples angry the lack of welcome the Samaritan response to their request for a place of rest And yet ...
The affirmation of the faithful with David we stand sharing his statement in contrast with the others, "I trust in ...
The three in the seat of power paths for each of our lives of power, of corruption, of servanthood Like ...
It looked to be a leaf from last fall bright red maroon burgundy maple yes, it was a mix of ...
A single brown oak leave perched in the purple chrysanthemums in the window box outside the back door A peasant ...
A spasm, a burst, a splash clear, discrete, jarring color contrast of red on green before the slide fully into ...
A vine, deep rich dark green rising up from the earth living color against the sooted coated rust of the ...
The Way to know the Bobolink From every other Bird Precisely as the Joy of him -- Obliged to be ...
The Snow that never drifts -- The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving ...
Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury -- On the Heads that started with us -- Being's Peasantry -- Recognizing ...
High from the earth I heard a bird, He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then ...
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring In contrast with the things that sing Not Birds entirely -- but Minds ...
A Door just opened on a street -- I -- lost -- was passing by -- An instant's Width of ...
This was a Poet -- It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings -- And Attar so immense From ...
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes -- I wonder if It weighs like Mine -- Or ...
I said goodbye to Beale Street one year, eyes hurting from the painful contrast of stark white on black - ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
I. I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all my love ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
As the kindling glances, Queen-like and clear, Which the bright moon lances From her tranquil sphere At the sleepless waters ...
O trees of life, oh, what when winter comes? We are not of one mind. Are not like birds in ...
When Ironbark the turtle came to Anthony's lagoon The hills were hid behind a mist of equinoctal rain, The ripple ...
The room is full of you!-As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
Though Already Perhaps However. On one level, Among other things, With And with. In a similar vein To be sure: ...
A faint, sickening scent of irises Persists all morning. Here in a jar on the table A fine proud spike ...
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