Mount Bukaroo (Henry Lawson Poem)
Only one old post is standing -- Solid yet, but only one -- Where the milking, and the branding, And ...
Only one old post is standing -- Solid yet, but only one -- Where the milking, and the branding, And ...
The boy cleared out to the city from his home at harvest time -- They were Scots of the Riverina, ...
Ten miles down Reedy River A pool of water lies, And all the year it mirrors The changes in the ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls The burial-ground God's-Acre! It is just; It consecrates each grave within its ...
I eat oatmeal for breakfast. I make it on the hot plate and put skimmed milk on it. I eat ...
1903 (South African War ended, May, 1902) Here, where my fresh-turned furrows run, And the deep soil glistens red, I ...
"You must choose between me and your cigar." -- BREACH OF PROMISE CASE, CIRCA 1885. Open the old cigar-box, get ...
Be not proud, but now incline Your soft ear to discipline; You have changes in your life, Sometimes peace, and ...
The snow, blowing, drifting stinging my face, the swirls bringing my throw, shovelful, back at me laughing, smiling to myself ...
I must return to that valley of vision, gather again to me flocks, crescent moon and star; God - let ...
Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint, Possessed the land which rendered to their toil Hay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
I I heard the spring wind whisper Above the brushwood fire, "The world is made forever Of transport and desire. ...
(Matthew, xiii.3) Ye sons of earth prepare the plough, Break up your fallow ground; The sower is gone forth to ...
Gabriel whispered in mine ear His archangelic poesie. How can I write? I only hear The sobbing murmur of the ...
Gabriel whispered in mine ear His archangelic poesie. How can I write? I only hear The sobbing murmur of the ...
I He wakes in darkness. All around are sounds of stones shifting, locks unlocking. As if some one had lifted ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost ...
As if you actually died in that dream and woke up dead. Shadows of untangling vines tumble toward the ceiling. ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc, When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode: His ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
Verses to accompany a portrait of Cromwell Bright Martial Maid, Queen of the frozen zone, The northern pole supports thy ...
Our fathers all were poor, Poorer our fathers' fathers; Beyond, we dare not look. We, the sons, keep store Of ...
Let us abandon then our gardens and go home And sit in the sitting-room Shall the larkspur blossom or the ...
Palacio, good friend, is spring there showing itself on branches of black poplars by the roads and river? On the ...
I bought a dollar and a half's worth of small red potatoes, took them home, boiled them in their jackets ...
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