The Song of Australia (Henry Lawson Poem)
The centuries found me to nations unknown - My people have crowned me and made me a throne; My royal ...
The centuries found me to nations unknown - My people have crowned me and made me a throne; My royal ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, He, the handsome Yenadizze, Whom the people called the Storm-Fool, Vexed the village with disturbance; ...
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
January Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues ...
In those days the Evil Spirits, All the Manitos of mischief, Fearing Hiawatha's wisdom, And his love for Chibiabos, Jealous ...
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
Far and wide among the nations Spread the name and fame of Kwasind; No man dared to strive with Kwasind, ...
To the City of Bombay The Cities are full of pride, Challenging each to each -- This from her mountain-side, ...
Away by the lands of the Japanee Where the paper lanterns glow And the crews of all the shipping drink ...
To the City of Bombay The Cities are full of pride, Challenging each to each -- This from her mountain-side, ...
As our mother the Frigate, bepainted and fine, Made play for her bully the Ship of the Line; So we, ...
Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses -- past the headlands -- Into deep ...
Full moon. Our Narragansett gales subside and the land is celebrating men of war more or less, less or more. ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Kanzo Makame, the diver, sturdy and small Japanee, Seeker of pearls and of pearl-shell down in the depths of the ...
Oh! beautiful Oban with your lovely bay, Your surroundings are magnificent on a fine summer-day; There the lover of the ...
There's a hush and stillness calm and deep, For the waves have wooed all the winds to sleep In the ...
There's a piping wind from a sunrise shore Blowing over a silver sea, There's a joyous voice in the lapsing ...
When the sun sets over the long blue wave I spring from my couch of rest, And I hurtle and ...
Athwart the harbor lingers yet The ashen gleam of breaking day, And where the guardian cliffs are set The noiseless ...
Written for the Art Autograph during the Irish Famine, 1880. Heartsome Ireland, winsome Ireland, Charmer of the sun and sea, ...
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