The Ballad of the Black-Sheep (Henry Lawson Poems)
A black-sheep, from England, who worked on the run -Riding where the stockmen ride -He sat by the hut when ...
A black-sheep, from England, who worked on the run -Riding where the stockmen ride -He sat by the hut when ...
A GUSTY wind o'ersweeps the garden close,And, where the jonquil, with the white-rod glows,Riots like some rude hoyden uncontrolled.But here, ...
The autumn air sweeps faint and chillAcross the maple-crested hill;And on my earFalls, tingling clear,A strange, mysterious, woodland thrill.From utmost ...
SIMON the Cyrenean bore The Cross of Christ up Calvary Hill.Blessed be Simon's lot before Honour and ease and world's good-willYou,--you would ...
Not of the earth that music! all things fade;Vanish the pictured walls! and, one by one,The starry candles silently expire!And ...
And am I soon to ownYour lovely rareness,Who have so long aloneCraved for your nearness?Is all my torment past?Is heart-break ...
Peace to his ashes!I cannot for the soul of meSorrowing bow,Tho I search through the heart of meGrieve for him ...
Part 1. St. Mark's hushed abbey heardThrough prayers a roar and din;A brawling voice did shout, "Knave shaveling, let me ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
You've read the story of Jesse Jamesof how he lived and died.If you're still in need;of something to read,here's the ...
"WHEN in the first great hour of sleep supreme I saw my Dearest fair and tranquil lie, Swift ran through ...
Joy of waves that topple o'er Breaking, lost upon the ...
He heard it first upon the lips of love, And loved it for love's sake; A faithful word, that knows ...
Should you ask me, whence these stories? Whence these legends and traditions, With the odors of the forest With the ...
ARGUMENT. Baile and Aillinn were lovers, but Aengus, the Master of Love, wishing them to he happy in his own ...
He sleeps beside me in the bed; Upon my breast I hold his head; Oh how I would that we ...
So now I take a bitter road Whereon no bourne I see, And wearily I lift the load That once ...
Wan white mists upon the sea, East wind harping mournfully All the sunken reefs along, Wail and heart-break in its ...
I. O Age that half believ'st thou half believ'st, Half doubt'st the substance of thine own half doubt, And, half ...
Time, hurry my Love to me: Haste, haste! Lov'st not good company? Here's but a heart-break sandy waste 'Twixt Now ...
If haply thou, O Desdemona Morn, Shouldst call along the curving sphere, "Remain, Dear Night, sweet Moor; nay, leave me ...
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