The Old Stockman’s Lament (Henry Lawson Poems)
Wrap me up in me stockwhip and blanket, And bury me deep down below,Where this piffle and sham won't disgust me, In ...
Wrap me up in me stockwhip and blanket, And bury me deep down below,Where this piffle and sham won't disgust me, In ...
Thee, sad Melpomene, I once again Invoke, nor ask the idly plaintive verse: Quit the light reed for sorrow's sober strain, And hang ...
With what odorous woods and spicesSpared for royal sacrifices,With what costly gums seld-seen,Hoarded to embalm a queen,With what frankincense and ...
What memory fired her pallid face, What passion stirred her blood,What tide of sorrow and desire Poured its forgotten floodUpon a heart ...
Oh for one word of that Almighty voice, Whose tone, though gentle, pierced the ear of death-- Talitha, cumi! Oh that He ...
The Admiration.ARGUMENT. Coeli trina MONAS, TRIAS una, faveto precanti! PERSONAS un? Tres DEITATE colo! Sunt tria, sunt & idem, Fons, ...
?neas read what Dido wrote, And sent her this replie;And sought to cure the curelesse wound,Which Dido made to die.When ...
In the garden yonder of yews and death,There sojournethA man who toils, and has toiled for aye.Digging the dried-up ground ...
You sober-minded christians now draw near,Labour to learn these pious lessons here;For by the same you will be taught to ...
"The August sun had still two hours of sky When the white flag a-flutter from the house Signalled him in ...
The night hung o'er Virginia's forest wild, Stately with beauty unsurpassed beforeShone the full moon serenely; and the windAs it ...
1 The lady of Alzerno's hallIs waiting for her lord;The blackbird's song, the cuckoo's callNo joy to her afford.She smiles ...
Sweet village! where my early days were pass'd,Though parted long, we meet, we meet at last!Like friends, imbrown'd by many ...
SOME neets are made for courtin',Neets when a new-born moonLies like a bairn in a creddle o' treesAn' rockin' sounds ...
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
We have tested and tasted too much, lover- Through a chink too wide there comes in no wonder. But here ...
Let us invoke a healthy heart-breaking Towards the horrible world: Let us say 0 poor people How can they help ...
I took a contract to bury the body of blasphemous Bill MacKie, Whenever, wherever or whatsoever the manner of death ...
A hundred generations have gone into its making, With all their love and tenderness, with all their dreams and tears; ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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