Crabs (Arthur Albert Dawson Bayldon Poems)
(Written on the Queensland Beach)Poisonous, bloated, crab-like shapesCrawl in gangs around these capes-Stopping here and feeding there;Listening, crawling everywhere;Searching every ...
(Written on the Queensland Beach)Poisonous, bloated, crab-like shapesCrawl in gangs around these capes-Stopping here and feeding there;Listening, crawling everywhere;Searching every ...
Now, who in the world can understand? Since Tyranny, Freedom's whittler,And the strong-arm band of the Iron Hand Go hitting ...
Oh Mary this London's a wonderful sightWith people here workin' by day and by nightThey don't sow potatoes, nor barley, ...
Auld Johnnie Noddle sleeps through a' the day,Sleeps until the sun gangs doon an' a' the licht away;Then he waukens ...
Doon cam the sunbeams, and up gaed the stour,As we spangt ower the road at ten mile the hoor,The horse ...
This song is said to be sung by Slaves, as they are chained in gangs,when parting from friends for the ...
Doon in the placie I hae my hameWe're an ill-daein' pack o' deils,For ilk ane gangs a gait o' his ...
Langsyne, when life was bonnie, An' a' the skies were blue,When ilka thocht took blossom, An' hung its head wi' ...
What gars the Embro' man feel prood?When a' is said ad duneIt's no St Giles or Holyroodbut thon big, noisy ...
Roll up, Eureka's heroes, on that grand Old Rush afar, For Lalor's gone to join you in the big camp ...
And reports the derelict Mary Pollock still at sea. SHIPPING NEWS. I was the staunchest of our fleet Till the ...
I walked in loamy Wessex lanes, afar From rail-track and from highway, and I heard In field and farmstead many ...
The glories of the world struck me, made me aria, once. â?"What happen then, Mr Bones? if be you cares ...
MY honor'd Colonel, deep I feel Your interest in the Poet's weal; Ah! now sma' heart hae I to speel ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
I fellowed sleep who kissed me in the brain, Let fall the tear of time; the sleeper's eye, Shifting to ...
MAKE war songs out of these; Make chants that repeat and weave. Make rhythms up to the ragtime chatter of ...
BOX cars run by a mile long. And I wonder what they say to each other When they stop a ...
The drum of war thunders and thunders. It calls: thrust iron into the living. From every country slave after slave ...
Some people find out they are Jews. They can't believe it. Thy had always hated Jews. As children they had ...
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