The Captain of the Push (Henry Lawson Poem)
As the night was falling slowly down on city, town and bush, From a slum in Jones's Alley sloped the ...
As the night was falling slowly down on city, town and bush, From a slum in Jones's Alley sloped the ...
in my reading of the moment i have learned the figure next to christ in da vinci's last supper (a ...
I'd like to be a cowboy an' ride a fiery hoss Way out into the big an' boundless west; I'd ...
Come, Phyllis, I've a cask of wine That fairly reeks with precious juices, And in your tresses you shall twine ...
Don't talk to me of War or stalk the ground our fabled soldiers died upon, I'm sound of limb and ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
NOW westlin winds and slaught'ring guns Bring Autumn's pleasant weather; The moorcock springs on whirring wings Amang the blooming heather: ...
WHEN biting Boreas, fell and dour, Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r; When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r, Far south ...
SCOTS, wha hae wi' WALLACE bled, Scots, wham BRUCE has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to Victorie! ...
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victory! ...
The bell struck one, and shook the silent tower; The graves give up their dead: fair Elenor Walk'd by the ...
It's easy to fight when everything's right, And you're mad with the thrill and the glory; It's easy to cheer ...
It was while we held our races -- Hurdles, sprints and steplechases -- Up in Dandaloo, That a crowd of ...
Oh, I should like to ride the seas, A roaring buccaneer; A cutlass banging at my knees, A dirk behind ...
No. It can't be. No! You too, beloved? Why? What for? Darling, look - I came, I brought flowers, but, ...
It was eight bells ringing, For the morning watch was done, And the gunner's lads were singing As they polished ...
A pathetic tale of the sea I will unfold, Enough to make one's blood run cold; Concerning four fishermen cast ...
'Twas on the 26th of August, the sun was burning hot, In the year of 1346, which will never be ...
It's akin to visiting my foster mother, today, That I am returning to you, mother city, after twenty years, I ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
Their shadow dims the sunshine of our day, As they go lumbering across the sky, Squawking in joy of feeling ...
In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, ...
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