The Vagabond (Henry Lawson Poem)
White handkerchiefs wave from the short black pier As we glide to the grand old sea -- But the song ...
White handkerchiefs wave from the short black pier As we glide to the grand old sea -- But the song ...
It must have been in March the rug wore through. Now the day passes and I stare At warped pine ...
Could man be drunk for ever With liquor, love, or fights, Lief should I rouse at morning And lief lie ...
May is Mary's month, and I Muse at that and wonder why: Her feasts follow reason, Dated due to season- ...
May is Mary's month, and I Muse at that and wonder why: Her feasts follow reason, Dated due to season- ...
OH thou cruel deadly-lovely maiden, Tell me what great sin have I committed, That thou keep'st me to the rack ...
FAIN had I to-day surprised my mistress, But soon found I that her door was fasten'd. Yet I had the ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
HENCE, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly! There 's naught in ...
Through ev'ry Age some Tyrant Passion reigns: Now Love prevails, and now Ambition gains Reason's lost Throne, and sov'reign Rule ...
It always felt to me -- a wrong To that Old Moses -- done -- To let him see -- ...
In Virgynë the sweltrie sun gan sheene, And hotte upon the mees did caste his raie; The apple rodded from ...
(Judges, vi.25) Jesus! whose blood so freely stream'd To satisfy the law's demand; By Thee from guilt and wrath redeem'd, ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
YOUNG Peggy blooms our boniest lass, Her blush is like the morning, The rosy dawn, the springing grass, With early ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Chor.-O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, Ye wadna been sae shy; For laik o' gear ye lightly me, But, ...
The drought is down on field and flock, The river-bed is dry; And we must shift the starving stock Before ...
Whom does this stately Navy bring? O! 'tis Great Britain's Glorious King, Convey him then, ye Winds and Seas, Swift ...
I Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us . . . Wearied we keep awake ...
Out of the earth to rest or range Perpetual in perpetual change, The unknown passing through the strange. Water and ...
I made two fights for the people. First I left my party, bearing the gonfalon Of independence, for reform, and ...
Their shadow dims the sunshine of our day, As they go lumbering across the sky, Squawking in joy of feeling ...
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