The City Bushman (Henry Lawson Poem)
It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went, For you sought the greener patches and you travelled ...
It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went, For you sought the greener patches and you travelled ...
They lie, the men who tell us for reasons of their own That want is here a stranger, and that ...
The Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay: "Our World is full of wickedness, My Children maim ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
I am like a pelican of the wilderness: I am like an owl of the desert. I watch, and am ...
They have little tractors in their blood and all day the tractors climb up and down inside their arms and ...
He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last ...
He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
Grandma, come back, I forgot How much lard for these rolls Think you can put yourself in the ground Like ...
I am THE SEX GODDESS OF THE WESTERN HEMISPHERE so don't mess with me I've got a big bag full ...
They will soon be down To one, but he still will be For a little while still will be stopping ...
To the Critic Methinks I see some crooked mimic jeer, And tax my Muse with this fantastic grace, Turning my ...
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chafed musk-cats' pores doth trill, As the ...
They came in masted wooden ships across an unindentured sea and cast their lot in ocean swells to chance at ...
"To Lionel Engers-Kennedy: to the memory of Hargrave Jennings: and to A. C. W. G. and H. E. H." Beneath ...
"To Lionel Engers-Kennedy: to the memory of Hargrave Jennings: and to A. C. W. G. and H. E. H." Beneath ...
Look at this storm, the idiot, pouring its heart out here, of all places, an industrial suburb on a Sunday, ...
There was a damned successful Poet; There was a Woman like the Sun. And they were dead. They did not ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
Bats have no bankers and they do not drink and cannot be arrested and pay no tax and, in general, ...
Spellbound held subtle Henry all his four hearers in the racket of the market with ancient signs, infamous characters, new ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
he drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked ...
Human reason is beautiful and invincible. No bars, no barbed wire, no pulping of books, No sentence of banishment can ...
In Havana in 1948 I ate fried dog believing it was Peking duck. Later, in Tampa I bunked with an ...
Take this quiet woman, she has been standing before a polishing wheel for over three hours, and she lacks twenty ...
Some days I catch a rhythm, almost a song in my own breath. I'm alone here in Brooklyn Heights, late ...
Here in February, the fine dark branches of the almond begin to sprout tiny clusters of leaves, sticky to the ...
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