Die Biene (Gotthold Ephraim Lessing Poems)
Als Amor in den goldnen ZeitenVerliebt in SchaeferlustbarkeitenAuf bunten Blumenfeldern lief,Da stach den kleinsten von den GoetternEin Bienchen, das in ...
Als Amor in den goldnen ZeitenVerliebt in SchaeferlustbarkeitenAuf bunten Blumenfeldern lief,Da stach den kleinsten von den GoetternEin Bienchen, das in ...
IA revelation came on Jane,The widow of a labouring swain:And first her body trembled sharp,Then all the woman was a ...
O ponder well, ye serving Maids, The doleful Tale I sing: Learn how disastrous 'tis to wear Too high your ...
Babs Malone Now the squatters and the cockies, Shearers, trainers, and their jockeys Had gathered them together for a meeting ...
Whene'er I read some savage tale Of punishment devisedBy tyrants in an olden day, When serfs were victimised,I reverently tell ...
A ParodyJohn A. Calhoun, my Joe John, "I wonder what you mean?"You're always getting in some scrape and getting off ...
O, listen for a moment lads, and hear me tell my tale-how o'er the sea from England's shore I was ...
I've done my share of shearing sheep,Of droving and all that;And bogged a bullock team as well,On a Murrumbidgee flat.I've ...
To make sure You have not said: "I love you," They smell your breath. They even smell your heart Trying ...
Who, when reveilles hateful blareUnknits my "ravelled sleeve of care,"Growls at me like a wounded bear?The Sergeant !And when at ...
Oh, Mr. Froude, how wise and good,To point us out this way to glory—They're no great shakes, those Snowdon Lakes,And ...
OH, England is a pleasant place for them that 's rich and high; But England is a cruel place for ...
This 'appened in a battle to a batt'ry of the corps Which is first among the women an' amazin' first ...
Es war, als hätt' der Himmel Die Erde still geküsst Dass sie im Blütenschimmer Von ihm nun träumen müsst Die ...
(In memoriam C. T. W. Sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards obiit H.M. prison, Reading, Berkshire July 7, 1896) ...
The drought is down on field and flock, The river-bed is dry; And we must shift the starving stock Before ...
The sheep were shorn and the wool went down At the time of our local racing; And I'd earned a ...
You talk of riders on the flat, of nerve and pluck and pace -- Not one in fifty has the ...
I'M travellin' down the Castlereagh, and I'm a station hand, I'm handy with the ropin' pole, I'm handy with the ...
You see, the thing was this way -- there was me, That rode Panopply, the Splendor mare, And Ikey Chambers ...
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