The Fire At Ross’s Farm (Henry Lawson Poems)
The squatter saw his pastures wide Decrease, as one by one The farmers moving to the west Selected on his ...
The squatter saw his pastures wide Decrease, as one by one The farmers moving to the west Selected on his ...
Wild air, world-mothering air, Nestling me everywhere, That each eyelash or hair Girdles; goes home betwixt The fleeciest, frailest-flixed Snowflake; ...
I THE WINTER evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. ...
(The French "Tommy"). Oh, some of us lolled in the chateau, And some of us slinked in the slum; But ...
The Spirit of the Unborn Babe peered through the window-pane, Peered through the window-pane that glowed like beacon in the ...
Some carol of the banjo, to its measure keeping time; Of viol or of lute some make a song. My ...
"Hullo, young Jones! with your tie so gay And your pen behind your ear; Will you mark my cheque in ...
When we might make with happy heart This world a paradise, With bombs we blast brave men apart, With napalm ...
Two men I saw reel from a bar And stumble down the street; Coarse and uncouth as workmen are, They ...
Oh, it's pleasant sitting here, Seeing all the people pass; You beside your bock of beer, I behind my demi-tasse. ...
Because I have ten thousand pounds I sit upon my stern, And leave my living tranquilly for other folks to ...
(With apologies to the singer of the "Song of the Banjo".) I'm a homely little bit of tin and bone; ...
I stood before a candy shop Which with a Christmas radiance shone; I saw my parents pass and stop To ...
WHEN loud by landside streamlets gush, And clear in the greenwood quires the thrush, With sun on the meadows And ...
(for Rona, Jeremy, Sam & Grace) All the lizards are asleep-- perched pagodas with tiny triangular tiles, each milky lid ...
By the far Samoan shore, Where the league-long rollers pour All the wash of the Pacific on the coral-guarded bay, ...
In Baltimore there lived a boy. He wasn't anybody's joy. Although his name was Jabez Dawes, His character was full ...
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
It's akin to visiting my foster mother, today, That I am returning to you, mother city, after twenty years, I ...
[How different people and different animals look upon the moon: showing that each creature finds in it his own mood ...
And must the Senator from Illinois Be this squat thing, with blinking, half-closed eyes? This brazen gutter idol, reared to ...
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