Thick-headed Thoughts: Part 1 (Adam Lindsay Gordon Poems)
I've something of the bull-dog in my breed, The spaniel is developed somewhat less;While life is in me I can ...
I've something of the bull-dog in my breed, The spaniel is developed somewhat less;While life is in me I can ...
It's dogged as does it. They've made it a saying, A motto to hold in that tight little isle --To ...
If you want a thing bad enoughTo go out and fight for it,Work day and night for it,Give up your ...
Down in the dyke of the ancient folk,Hard by the rampart crowned with oak,My foot sank deep in the drift ...
If I were able to disclose thy charms, And truly paint, as they appear to me, Those latent beauties I ...
Here's to every Aussie fellow,Who refused to show the yellowWhen depression's clammy handCast its shadow o'er the land.Here's to them ...
Happiness has found me out,Found me out at last!O, she 's dogged me round about;All my hurrying life she 's ...
Nameless terror dogged his heel,Little fears loomed large and black,Till his head began to reelAnd his manhood crack.There was no ...
Earth, sweet Earth, sweet landscape, with leavés throng And louchéd low grass, heaven that dost appeal To, with no tongue ...
I worked for a woman, She wasn't mean-- But she had a twelve-room House to clean. Had to get breakfast, ...
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn't, So I ...
Over the terminal, the arms and chest of the god brightened by snow. Formerly mercury, formerly silver, surface yellowed by ...
What was the blackest sight to me Of all that campaign? A naked woman tied to a tree With jagged ...
Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools. Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with ...
THE owl-car clatters along, dogged by the echo From building and battered paving-stone. The headlight scoffs at the mist, And ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
All summer we moved in a villa brimful of echos, Cool as the pearled interior of a conch. Bells, hooves, ...
You never heard tell of the story? Well, now, I can hardly believe! Never heard of the honour and glory ...
Unspeakable. The word that fills up the poem, that the head tries to excise. At 6 a.m., the wet lion. ...
If you want a thing bad enough To go out and fight for it, Work day and night for it, ...
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn't, So I ...
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