The Heart of Australia (Henry Lawson Poem)
When the wars of the world seemed ended, and silent the distant drum, Ten years ago in Australia, I wrote ...
When the wars of the world seemed ended, and silent the distant drum, Ten years ago in Australia, I wrote ...
I feel no small reluctance in venturing to give to the public a work of the character of that indicated ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
IF truth give pleasure, surely we should try; To found our tales on what we can rely; Th' experiment repeatedly ...
TO serve the shop as 'prentice was the lot; Of one who had the name of Nicaise got; A lad ...
He climbed toward the blinding light and when his eyes adjusted he looked down and could see his fellow prisoners ...
He's an old man. Used up and bent, crippled by time and indulgence, he slowly walks along the narrow street. ...
To the cities I came in a time of disorder That was ruled by hunger. I sheltered with the people ...
Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul. Yet, while ...
"Don't overdo it," Dad yelled, watching me Play shortstop, collect stamps and shells, Roll on the grass laughing until I ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works that I have in hand I will ...
I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works that I have in hand I will ...
On the tide you ride head high, Like a whale 'mid little fishes; I should envy you as I Help ...
Ever since those wondrous days of Creation our Lord God sleeps: we are His sleep. And He accepted this in ...
NOTE.-The following imaginary dialogue between Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr, which is not based upon any specific incident in American ...
"We are false and evanescent, and aware of our deceit, From the straw that is our vitals to the clay ...
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
Richard Pigott, the forger, was a very bad man, And to gainsay it there's nobody can, Because for fifty years ...
A pathetic tragedy I will relate, Concerning poor Fred. Marsden's fate, Who suffocated himself by the fumes of gas, On ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung By one man's disobedience lost, now sing Recovered Paradise to all mankind, By ...
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