After All (Henry Lawson Poem)
The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town; My spirit revives in the morning breeze, ...
The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town; My spirit revives in the morning breeze, ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, He, the handsome Yenadizze, Whom the people called the Storm-Fool, Vexed the village with disturbance; ...
January Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues ...
You shall hear how Hiawatha Prayed and fasted in the forest, Not for greater skill in hunting, Not for greater ...
Two good friends had Hiawatha, Singled out from all the others, Bound to him in closest union, And to whom ...
"As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, ...
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!" Cried the warriors, cried the old men, When he came in triumph homeward With the sacred ...
X. Hiawatha's Wooing "As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman, Though she bends him, ...
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint ...
Welcome, my old friend, Welcome to a foreign fireside, While the sullen gales of autumn Shake the windows. The ungrateful ...
One morn before me were three figures seen, I With bowed necks, and joined hands, side-faced; And one behind the ...
Peace is the heir of dead desire, Whether abundance killed the cormorant In a happy hour, or sleep or death ...
The dawn is smiling on the dew that covers The tearful roses; lo, the little lovers That kiss the buds, ...
At this height, Kansas is just a concept, a checkerboard design of wheat and corn no larger than the foldout ...
The Blue Horizon wuz a mine us fellers all thought well uv, And there befell the episode I now perpose ...
I came an errand one cloud-blowing evening To a slab-built, black-paper-covered house Of one room and one window and one ...
Some Rainbow -- coming from the Fair! Some Vision of the World Cashmere -- I confidently see! Or else a ...
Partly to verify an era, partly also to pass the time, last night I picked up a collection of Ptolemaic ...
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...
The Baker's Tale They roused him with muffins--they roused him with ice-- They roused him with mustard and cress-- They ...
There are certain things -a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three - That I hate, but ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
There are certain things--as, a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three-- That I hate, but the ...
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...
There was a man in New York City (His name was George Adolphus Knight) So soft of heart he wept ...
Brightly the sun of summer shone, Green fields and waving woods upon, And soft winds wandered by; Above, a sky ...
Mild the mist upon the hill Telling not of storms tomorrow; No, the day has wept its fill, Spent its ...
A little while, a little while, The weary task is put away, And I can sing and I can smile, ...
I can make out the rigging of a schooner a mile off; I can count the new cones on the ...
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