The Vagabond (Henry Lawson Poem)
White handkerchiefs wave from the short black pier As we glide to the grand old sea -- But the song ...
White handkerchiefs wave from the short black pier As we glide to the grand old sea -- But the song ...
The white moth to the closing bine, The bee to the opened clover, And the gipsy blood to the gipsy ...
Once, after long-drawn revel at The Mermaid, He to the overbearing Boanerges Jonson, uttered (if half of it were liquor, ...
Old Meg she was a Gipsy, And liv'd upon the Moors: Her bed it was the brown heath turf, And ...
Love, like a gipsy, lately came, And did me much importune To see my hand, that by the same He ...
The Fire at Tranter Sweatley's THEY had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and ...
They had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and flings; But she bode wi' ...
YOUTH. AWAY, thou swarthy witch! Go forth From out my house, I tell thee! Or else I needs must, in ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In ...
Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
THERE was five Carlins in the South, They fell upon a scheme, To send a lad to London town, To ...
FROM those drear solitudes and frowsy cells, Where Infamy with sad Repentance dwells; Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast, ...
ORTHODOX! orthodox, who believe in John Knox, Let me sound an alarm to your conscience: A heretic blast has been ...
WHO knows what I know when I have asked the night questions and the night has answered nothing only the ...
THERE is something terrible about a hurdy-gurdy, a gipsy man and woman, and a monkey in red flannel all stopping ...
On one occasion King James the Fifth of Scotland, when alone, in disguise, Near by the Bridge of Cramond met ...
Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes: By the old hedge-side we'll halt a stage. It's nigh my ...
A True Incident of Pre-Revolutionary French History. Now the lovely autumn morning breathes its freshness in earth's face, In the ...
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