The Star of Australasia (Henry Lawson Poem)
We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation's slime; Better a shred of a deep-dyed ...
We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation's slime; Better a shred of a deep-dyed ...
By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed, By railroad, coach, and track -- By lonely graves of our brave dead, Up-Country and ...
Abdhur Rahman, the Durani Chief, of him is the story told. His mercy fills the Khyber hills -- his grace ...
Amazing monster! that, for aught I know, With the first sight of thee didst make our race For ever stare! ...
Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith, There used to live a pretty girl whose name ...
Thou shalt not laugh, thou shalt not romp, Let's grimly kiss with bated breath; As quietly and solemnly As Life ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Under her dark veil she wrung her hands. "Why are you so pale today?" "Because I made him drink of ...
THE SMILING Spring comes in rejoicing, And surly Winter grimly flies; Now crystal clear are the falling waters, And bonie ...
Australia takes her pen in hand To write a line to you, To let you fellows understand How proud we ...
We've travelled per Joe Gardiner, a humping of our swag In the country of the Gidgee and Belar. We've swum ...
He didn't want to do it with skill, He'd had enough of skill. If he never saw Another villanelle, it ...
Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way To the siding-shed, And lined the train with faces grimly gay. ...
'Twas in the year of 1650, and on the twenty-first of May, The city of Edinburgh was put into a ...
In Arthur's house whileome was I When happily the time went by In midmost glory of his days. He held ...
We were schooner-rigged and rakish, with a long and lissome hull, And we flew the pretty colours of the crossbones ...
Even the shrewd and bitter, Gnarled by the old world's greed, Cherished the stranger softly Seeing his utter need. Shelter ...
(Matthew V, 38-48.) Who can surrender to Christ, dividing his best with the stranger, Giving to each what he asks, ...
She is large and matronly And rather dirty, A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had driven her to it. Though ...
Making his advances He does not look at her, nor sniff at her, No, not even sniff at her, his ...
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