Black Bonnet (Henry Lawson Poem)
A day of seeming innocence, A glorious sun and sky, And, just above my picket fence, Black Bonnet passing by. ...
A day of seeming innocence, A glorious sun and sky, And, just above my picket fence, Black Bonnet passing by. ...
Children born of fairy stock Never need for shirt or frock, Never want for food or fire, Always get their ...
He walked the streets of the old mill town long past the heyday of his life heavy soles on his ...
I was sitting there in the traffic, waiting for the light the heat and humidity building in the van, one ...
AUGUST 17, 1914 The gabled roofs of old Malines Are russet red and gray and green, And o'er them in ...
It would never be Common -- more -- I said -- Difference -- had begun -- Many a bitterness -- ...
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow I could not feel the Anguish go -- But only knew by ...
Before the ice is in the pools -- Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by ...
Last Easter Jim put on his blue Frock cwoat, the vu'st time-vier new; Wi' yollow buttons all o' brass, That ...
When I go rowing on the lake, I long to be a man; I'll give my Sunday frock to have ...
Last Easter Jim put on his blue Frock cwoat, the vu'st time-vier new; Wi' yollow buttons all o' brass, That ...
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
Rivers, tow paths, caravan parks From Kirkstall to Keighley The track's ribbon flaps Like Margaret's whirling and twirling At ten ...
Ah, who was it coloured that little frock, my child, and covered your sweet limbs with that little red tunic? ...
In an elegant frock, trimm'd with beautiful lace, And hair nicely curl'd, hanging over her face, Young Fanny went out ...
Said the Door: "She came in With no shadow of sin; Turned the key in the lock, Slipped out of ...
Only a Leather Medal, hanging there on the wall, Dingy and frayed and faded, dusty and worn and old; Yet ...
Travel, trouble, music, art, A kiss, a frock, a rhyme- I never said they feed my heart, But still they ...
Luini in porcelain! The grand piano Utters a profane Protest with her clear soprano. The sleek head emerges From the ...
On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few, And men of religion are scanty, On a road never cross'd ...
On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few, And men of religion are scanty, On a road never cross'd ...
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