Mount Bukaroo (Henry Lawson Poem)
Only one old post is standing -- Solid yet, but only one -- Where the milking, and the branding, And ...
Only one old post is standing -- Solid yet, but only one -- Where the milking, and the branding, And ...
Our Andy's gone to battle now 'Gainst Drought, the red marauder; Our Andy's gone with cattle now Across the Queensland ...
Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows ' flaunt forth, then chevy on an air- built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs ' they ...
from late december onwards the day comes back but not till february do we see those glimpses that let us ...
(roundel: variation of the rondeau consisting of three stanzas of three lines each, linked together with but two rhymes and ...
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
It seldom snowed, they said, it might get cold but it won't be snow; well, one should guess the locals ...
A short direction To avoid dejection, By variations In occupations, And prolongation Of relaxation, And combinations Of recreations, And disputation ...
You made us hopeful, LORD; where is your Hope when every lovely Rainbow bright and chill reflects your Will? You ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul. Yet, while ...
For Jeremy Reed Rejection doesn't lead me to dejection But to inspiration via irritation Or at least to a bit ...
1 SINGING my days, Singing the great achievements of the present, Singing the strong, light works of engineers, Our modern ...
1 Why did Blake say 'Sunflower weary of time'? Every time I see them they seem to say Now! with ...
We mix from many lands, We march for very far; In hearts and lips and hands Our staffs and weapons ...
Waiting for her in the usual bar He finds she's late again. Impatience frets at him, But not the fearful, ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
Through the world which the Spirit creative and kind First formed out of chaos, I fly like the wind, Until ...
Wild are my ways, wilder than you think You will find me standing a little left of frame You will ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
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