The Squatter, Three Cornstalks, and the Well (Henry Lawson Poems)
THERE WAS a Squatter in the land- So runs the truthful tale I tell-There also were three cornstalks, and There also was ...
THERE WAS a Squatter in the land- So runs the truthful tale I tell-There also were three cornstalks, and There also was ...
Oh, the cool September mornin's! now they're with us once agin,With the grasses wet and shinin', and the air so ...
It was the middle of the drought; the ground was hot and bare,You might search for grass with a microscope, ...
Over the top! The wire's thin here, unbarbedPlain rusty coils, not staked, and low enough:Full of old tins, though - ...
It's September, and the orchards are afire with red and gold, And the nights with dew are heavy, and the ...
A woman taunts her lover: Look at the little darlings in the corn ! The rye is taller than you, ...
She limps with halting painful pace, Stops, wavers and creeps on again; Peers up with dim and questioning face, ...
In the twilight of my audacityI saw you flee the world, the burnt highwaysOf summer gave up their light: IFollowed ...
Remember midsummer: the fragrance of box, of white roses And of phlox. And upon a honeysuckle branch Three snails hanging ...
Conrad, Conrad, aren't you old To sit so late in your mouldy garden? And I think Conrad knows it well, ...
On Western plains, where shade is not, 'Neath summer skies of cloudless blue, Where all is dry and all is ...
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