The Cambaroora Star (Henry Lawson Poem)
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy ...
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy ...
Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide, Came a ghost, and for a moment walked ...
When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colours have faded, and ...
The poet fears failure & so she says "Hold on pen-- what if the critics hate me?" & with that ...
Whither, mad maiden, wilt thou roam? Far safer 'twere to stay at home; Where thou mayst sit, and piping, please ...
I HAD a fellow as my guest, Not knowing he was such a pest, And gave him just my usual ...
I feel no small reluctance in venturing to give to the public a work of the character of that indicated ...
My familiar ghost again Comes to see what he can see, Critic, son of Conscious Brain, Spying on our privacy. ...
The farmer lies wide awake at night, In his heart is filled with a fright. Tomorrow he will plant his ...
The question on "what is beauty" my mind immediately calling up the quote, "beauty is in the eye of the ...
It is you who believes in me who wants the best for me who gives me the strength For you ...
Set not thy foot on graves; Hear what wine and roses say; The mountain chase, the summer waves, The crowded ...
Trees in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, Wedge-like cleave the air the birds, To northern ...
To the Critic Methinks I see some crooked mimic jeer, And tax my Muse with this fantastic grace, Turning my ...
Our college rhymes,--how light they seem, Like little ghosts of love's young dream That led our boyish hearts away From ...
The critic gushed and said, "Just like Jack, so raw, I never thought to see another writer just like Kerouac!" ...
Whenas-(I love that "whenas" word- It shows I am a poet, too,) Q. Horace Flaccus gaily stirred The welkin with ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
AULD chuckie Reekie's 1 sair distrest, Down droops her ance weel burnish'd crest, Nae joy her bonie buskit nest Can ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
Dire one and desired one, Savior, sentencer-- In an old allegory you would carry A chained alphabet of tokens: Ankh ...
'Perspective betrays with its dichotomy: train tracks always meet, not here, but only in the impossible mind's eye; horizons beat ...
My son, if you go to the races to battle with Ikey and Mo, Remember, it's seldom the pigeon can ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
Ithaca, October 1993: Jorie went on a lingerie tear, wanting to look like a moll in a Chandler novel. Dinner, ...
I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all this fiddle. Reading it, however, with a perfect ...
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