The Old Play (Kenneth Slessor Poems)
IIN an old play-house, in an old play,In an old piece that has been done to death,We dance, kind ladies, ...
IIN an old play-house, in an old play,In an old piece that has been done to death,We dance, kind ladies, ...
Saturday night in the crowded town;Pleasure and pain going up and down,Murmuring low on the ear there beatEchoes unceasing of ...
There stands a singer in the street, He has an audience motley and meet; Above him lowers the London night, ...
AT that lost hour disowned of day and night, The after-birth of midnight, when life's face Turns to the wall ...
LONG ago, long ago, When the hawthorn buds were pearly And the birds sang, late and early, All ...
THERE'S a grey old church on a wind-swept hill Where three bent yew trees cower, The gipsy roses ...
Awakening in the twenty four hour embrace of a few moments sleep, where half a lifetime eludes dreams; and feeling ...
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