Queen Hilda of Virland (Henry Lawson Poem)
PART I Queen Hilda rode along the lines, And she was young and fair; And forward on her shoulders fell ...
PART I Queen Hilda rode along the lines, And she was young and fair; And forward on her shoulders fell ...
The world is narrow and ways are short, and our lives are dull and slow, For little is new where ...
Filled is Life's goblet to the brim; And though my eyes with tears are dim, I see its sparkling bubbles ...
Where run your colts at pasture? Where hide your mares to breed? 'Mid bergs about the Ice-cap Or wove Sargasso ...
The Celt in all his variants from Builth to Ballyhoo, His mental processes are plain--one knows what he will do, ...
1892 The freed dove flew to the Rajah's tower-- Fled from the slaughter of Moslem kings-- And the thorns have ...
Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs Be echoed swiftly through that ivory shell, Thine ear, and ...
MY trust in nothing now is placed, Hurrah! So in the world true joy I taste, Hurrah! Then he who ...
THOUGHTS ON JESUS CHRIST'S DESCENT INTO HELL. [THE remarkable Poem of which this is a literal but faint representation, was ...
I am the mother of sorrows, I am the ender of grief; I am the bud and the blossom, I ...
A hush is over all the teeming lists, And there is pause, a breath-space in the strife; A spirit brave ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
HERE'S to him that grows it, Drink, lads, drink! That lays it in and mows it, Clink, jugs, clink! To ...
I We thrill too strangely at the master's touch; We shrink too sadly from the larger self Which for its ...
Did you ever hear tell of Chili? I was readin' the other day Of President Balmaceda and of how he ...
A Requiem Skimming lightly, wheeling still, The swallows fly low Over the fields in cloudy days, The forest-field of Shiloh ...
By the hope within us springing, Herald of to-morrow's strife; By that sun, whose light is bringing Chains or freedom, ...
The Minstrel-Boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him; His father's sword he has ...
In Arthur's house whileome was I When happily the time went by In midmost glory of his days. He held ...
Climbing the heights of Berkeley Nightly I watch the West. There lies new San Francisco, Sea-maid in purple dressed, Wearing ...
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