Dan, The Wreck (Henry Lawson Poem)
Tall, and stout, and solid-looking, Yet a wreck; None would think Death's finger's hooking Him from deck. Cause of half ...
Tall, and stout, and solid-looking, Yet a wreck; None would think Death's finger's hooking Him from deck. Cause of half ...
The Eagle screams at the beck of trade, so Spain, as the world goes round, Must wrestle the right to ...
The world has had enough of bards who wish that they were dead, 'Tis time the people passed a law ...
As the night was falling slowly down on city, town and bush, From a slum in Jones's Alley sloped the ...
By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed, By railroad, coach, and track -- By lonely graves of our brave dead, Up-Country and ...
They have eaten their fill at your tables spread, Like friends since the land was won; And they rise with ...
All summer I heard them rustling in the shrubbery, outracing me from tier to tier in my garden, a whisper ...
Hapcot! To thee the Fairy State I with discretion, dedicate. Because thou prizest things that are Curious, and un-familiar. Take ...
The swallow of summer, she toils all the summer, A blue-dark knot of glittering voltage, A whiplash swimmer, a fish ...
i don't know what you're up to yet but for me you wouldn't exist (not on this page anyway - ...
(1) a great man there was a great man so great he couldn't be criticised in the light who died ...
How much grit do you think you've got? Can you quit a thing that you like a lot? You may ...
Hearing his call, speaking directly to me the love in his warm eyes they mean the world to me Walking ...
grit, coarse, slide under foot wet weight, dry blowing on breezes the edge of the tide October 28, 2009 and ...
The grit under my feet the feel of the weight lifted in each step I take sand in my sandals ...
Sandals, for the traveling they would do the only thing mentioned, allowed by Christ sandals that would gather the dust ...
Before I rise to start my day I felt a need to stop and pray for the men and women ...
We needed the break the change back from the heat too soon for the eighties scorched and hot cloudbursts, sheets ...
If you would say yes to my plea, my prayer, on bended knee I would marry you again, joyfully for ...
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
28 July Calmly, while sat up friendlies & made noise delight fuller than he can ready sing or studiously say, ...
THUS the Mayne glideth Where my Love abideth; Sleep 's no softer: it proceeds On through lawns, on through meads, ...
1 You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud, still have your dresses copied from ...
Enough chattering violets enough sweet trash I won't hear anything know anything Enough enough of all I'll say the last ...
The Triumph of Wit Over Suffering Head alone shows you in the prodigious act Of digesting what centuries alone digest: ...
They are, the surfaces, gorgeous: a master pastry chef at work here, the dips and whorls, the wrist-twist squeezes of ...
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