The Ghost (Henry Lawson Poem)
Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide, Came a ghost, and for a moment walked ...
Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide, Came a ghost, and for a moment walked ...
We have set out from here for the sublime Pastures of summer shade and mountain stream; I have no doubt ...
For A. W. B. SHE sought the Studios, beckoning to her side An arch-designer, for she planned to build. He ...
We, if we were honest, believing in the humanity of Christ the power of God, eternal, infinite thinking about God ...
For your boundless love for your mindfulness of me though I am formed of dust my life a brief whisper ...
Out of his goodness too broad to remember God's love so vast we cannot comprehend Even when we falter stray ...
Though a sinner changed, made happy in confessing, his sins removed David, a man of God, redeemed, reclaimed by our ...
When the Master calls, will we heed his message will be follow him and be fishers of men? Where ever ...
Oh, she was sad, oh, she was sad. She didn't mean to do it. Certain thrills stay tucked in your ...
I serve you not, if you I follow, Shadow-like, o'er hill and hollow, And bend my fancy to your leading, ...
Bells in the town alight with spring converse, with a concordance of new airs make clear the fresh and ancient ...
AUGUST 17, 1914 The gabled roofs of old Malines Are russet red and gray and green, And o'er them in ...
Alter! When the Hills do -- Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One -- Surfeit! ...
O God of earth and altar, Bow down and hear our cry, Our earthly rulers falter, Our people drift and ...
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
Soft was the night, the eve how airy, When through the big, fat dictionary I wandered on in careless ease, ...
A merry burgomaster In a burgh upon the Rhine Said, "Our burghers all are Far too fond of drinking wine." ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
I. It is a lie---their Priests, their Pope, Their Saints, their ... all they fear or hope Are lies, ...
'TWAS na her bonie blue e'e was my ruin, Fair tho' she be, that was ne'er my undoin'; 'Twas the ...
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
LOVE is enough: though the World be a-waning, And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining, Though ...
There will be rose and rhododendron When you are dead and under ground; Still will be heard from white syringas ...
Hard seeds of hate I planted That should by now be grown,- Rough stalks, and from thick stamens A poisonous ...
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