The White Comrade (Robert Haven Schauffler Poems)
Under our curtain of fire,Over the clotted clods,We charged, to be withered, to reelAnd despairingly wheelWhen the bugles bade us ...
Under our curtain of fire,Over the clotted clods,We charged, to be withered, to reelAnd despairingly wheelWhen the bugles bade us ...
The Bombola faints in the hot Bowral tree,Where fierce Mullengudgery's smothering firesFar from the breezes of CoolgardieBurn ghastly and blue ...
THE young birds shy twitter In hedges and bowers,Fields brighten and glitter With dewdrops and flowers.Over flood, over fallow, Impelled by old yearning,The ...
No, not despairingly come I to Thee;No, not distrustingly bend I the knee:Sin hath gone over me, yet is this ...
Est in arundineis modulatio musica ripisIn ocean waves there's melodyThere's harmony within the clash of elements,And a harmonious tuneful whisperStreams ...
I.THE flowing night awoken from my sleepRevealed a world of glory, while I stoodWatching the hazy, creeping ocean sweepOut of ...
When window-lamps had dwindled, then I roseand left the town behind me; and on my waypassing a certain door I ...
DawnOn skies still and starlit White lustres take hold,And grey flushes scarlet, And red flashes gold.And sun-glories coverThe rose shed ...
O god! look down and see Outraged Humanity'Neath the Oppressor's rod! Give ear, O God,To the despairing cries Which ever ...
ITyrants! your doom is nigh:Short is your reign:Your bondmen's wailing cryTo Heaven againHath risen, and the Infinite GodWhom ye have ...
The spring-it had simply been you,And so, to a certain extent,The summer; but autumn-this scandalous blueOf wallpaper? Rubbish and felt?They ...
Est in arundineis modulatio musica ripisIn ocean waves there's melodyThere's harmony within the clash of elements,And a harmonious tuneful whisper ...
What is there with you and me, that I may not forget but your white shapes come crowding noiselessly in ...
The Bombola faints in the hot Bowral tree, Where fierce Mullengudgery's smothering fires Far from the breezes of Coolgardie Burn ...
In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear That who would wear the scarlet coat shall say good-bye ...
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