Australia To England (John Farrell Poems)
What of the years of Englishmen? What have they brought of growth and graceSince mud-built London by its fen Became the Briton's ...
What of the years of Englishmen? What have they brought of growth and graceSince mud-built London by its fen Became the Briton's ...
The lily of Malud is born in secret mud.It is breathed like a word in a little dark ravineWhere no ...
Ho! children of the granite hillsThat bristle with the hackmatack,And sparkle with the crystal rillsThat hurry toward the Merrimack,Dam up ...
OH come, my pretty love ! and weWill climb the dewy hill together;An acorn shall our goblet be,A rose our ...
He nearly drowned in hermit-seeking seasOf visitors - those voids he had allowedTo suck his soul - damned sycophantic fleas!Wrenching ...
Time, You Old Gypsy ManWill you not stay,Put up your caravanJust for one day?All things I'll give youWill you be ...
A Thyrsus grove it seem'd, of standing spears Wildly festoon'd with gadding wreaths of green;Yet, not as if old Bacchus and ...
All the comforts of life in a Tavern are known,'Tis his home who possesses not one of his own;And to ...
With sense keen all nerves alert.we move along the track,with weapons gripped in ready hands,all ready for the trap;That the ...
Girded by wastes of sounding foam, Slumbers unseen the fruitful isle;Day in, day out, the cloudless dome Looks down with ...
The Autumn comes, and chilly frost of morn, Has, with his crystal mantle, all things spread, And tinged with iris ...
That I were in some forest's green retreat,Beneath a towering arch of proud old elms,Where a clear streamlet gurgled at ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
(From The Jungle Book) Here we go in a flung festoon, Half-way up to the jealous moon! Don't you envy ...
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling, With all the ...
The icicles wreathing On trees in festoon Swing, swayed to our breathing: They're made of the moon. She's a pale, ...
AMERICA always! Always our own feuillage! Always Florida's green peninsula! Always the priceless delta of Louisiana! Always the cotton-fields of ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
I've tinkered at my bits of rhymes In weary, woeful, waiting times; In doleful hours of battle-din, Ere yet they ...
Three men I saw beside a bar, Regarding o'er their bottle, A frog who smoked a rank cigar They'd jammed ...
Sprawl is the quality of the man who cut down his Rolls-Royce into a farm utility truck, and sprawl is ...
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