Nine Miles from Gundagai (1) (Anonymous Oceania Poems)
As I was coming down Conroy's Gap,I heard a maiden cry;'There goes Bill the Bullocky,He's bound for Gundagai.A better poor ...
As I was coming down Conroy's Gap,I heard a maiden cry;'There goes Bill the Bullocky,He's bound for Gundagai.A better poor ...
(_Song for a drama_) Much the wind Knows of my heart, Though he whispers in my ear That he has ...
I belonged to the church,And to the party of prohibition;And the villagers thought I died of eating watermelon.In truth I ...
To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned, To my brethren in their sorrow overseas, ...
1914 We thought we ranked above the chance of ill. Others might fall, not we, for we were wise-- Merchants ...
Speakin' of dorgs, my bench-legged fyce Hed most o' the virtues, an' nary a vice. Some folks called him Sooner, ...
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
Severer Service of myself I -- hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind -- ...
Man. In a cleft that's christened Alt Under broken stone I halt At the bottom of a pit That broad ...
Sun on the mountain, Shade in the valley, Ripple and lightness Leaping along the world, Sun, like a gold sword ...
Hot digitty dog! Now, ain't it queer, I've been abroad for over a year; Seen a helluva lot since then, ...
SIX street ends come together here. They feed people and wagons into the center. In and out all day horses ...
Down along the Snakebite River, where the overlanders camp, Where the serpents are in millions, all of the most deadly ...
Halted against the shade of a last hill, They fed, and, lying easy, were at ease And, finding comfortable chests ...
By this he knew she wept with waking eyes: That, at his hand's light quiver by her head, The strange ...
By this he knew she wept with waking eyes: That, at his hand's light quiver by her head, The strange ...
I belonged to the church, And to the party of prohibition; And the villagers thought I died of eating watermelon. ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
700 francs will get you $109.91 on this muggy May afternoon which is good to know since I just found ...
There was a time when in late afternoon The four-o'clocks would fold up at day's close Pink-white in prayer, and ...
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