The Bush Girl (Henry Lawson Poem)
So you rode from the range where your brothers "select," Through the ghostly grey bush in the dawn--- You rode ...
So you rode from the range where your brothers "select," Through the ghostly grey bush in the dawn--- You rode ...
I The thick lids of Night closed upon me Alone at the Bill Of the Isle by the Race {1} ...
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
FAIN had I to-day surprised my mistress, But soon found I that her door was fasten'd. Yet I had the ...
And have we done with War at last? Well, we've been lucky devils both, And there's no need of pledge ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
(Presbyter of Christ in Americas 1683-1708) To thee, plain hero of a rugged race, We bring the meed of praise ...
The Symptom of the Gale -- The Second of Dismay -- Between its Rumor and its Face -- Is almost ...
Morns like these -- we parted -- Noons like these -- she rose -- Fluttering first -- then firmer To ...
A shady friend -- for Torrid days -- Is easier to find -- Than one of higher temperature For Frigid ...
Through those old Grounds of memory, The sauntering alone Is a divine intemperance A prudent man would shun. Of liquors ...
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
Well, I've waited mighty patient while they all came rolling in, Mister Lawson, Mister Dyson, and the others of their ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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