The Song of the Darling River (Henry Lawson Poem)
The skies are brass and the plains are bare, Death and ruin are everywhere -- And all that is left ...
The skies are brass and the plains are bare, Death and ruin are everywhere -- And all that is left ...
When the warm sun, that brings Seed-time and harvest, has returned again, 'T is sweet to visit the still wood, ...
So long as 'neath the Kalka hills The tonga-horn shall ring, So long as down the Solon dip The hard-held ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
I. Reference to a Passage in Plutarch's Life of Sulla The people buying and selling, consuming pleasures, talking in the ...
THE look that thy sweet eyes on mine impress The pledge thy lips to mine convey,--the kiss,-- He who, like ...
in the wares before you spread, Types of all things may be read. 'NEATH the shadow Of these bushes, On ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
Out on the mountain rich in summer the greens so deep almost hurting my eyes Trying to focus, also in ...
Beyond the pale of memory, In some mysterious dusky grove; A place of shadows utterly, Where never coos the turtle-dove, ...
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, ...
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
WOE is me to tell it thee, Winter winds in Arcady! Scattered is thy flock and fled From the glades ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
A glint of her hair or a flash of her shoulder - That is the most I can boast to ...
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
I count the dismal time by months and years Since last I felt the green sward under foot, And the ...
Amongst bubbling streams a dog barks; peach blossom is heavy with dew; here and there a deer can be seen ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
Ye elms that wave on Malvern Hill In prime of morn and May, Recall ye how McClellan's men Here stood ...
Night in the unslumbering forest! From the free, Vast pinelands by the foot of man untrod, Blows the wild wind, ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
Hence, vain deluding Joys, ............The brood of Folly without father bred! How little you bested ............Or fill the fixed mind ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain, Run the ...
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