Mostly Slavonic (Henry Lawson Poems)
I.-Peter MichaelovIt was Peter the Barbarian put an apron in his bagAnd rolled up the honoured bundle that Australians call ...
Poems about ivan (14 Poems)
The Ballad of Louis Wagner (John Perreault Poems)
The fog peers in the windows, passes 'neath the lampsSettles in the doorways and huddles from the dampSlips inside the ...
The March of Ivan (Henry Lawson Poems)
Are you coming, Ivan, coming?-Ah, the ways are long and slow,In the vast land that we know not-and we never ...
Nemesis (Henry Lawson Poems)
It is night-time when the saddest and the darkest memories haunt,When outside the printing office the most glaring posters flaunt,When ...
Skaal (Henry Lawson Poems)
While they struggle on exhausted, While they plough through bog and flood,While they drag their sick and wounded Where the tracks are ...
Abdul Abulbul Amir (William Percy French Poems)
The sons of the Prophet are brave men and boldAnd quite unaccustomed to fear,But the bravest by far in the ...
Two Capitals-1910 (Harriet Monroe Poems)
MoscowWhite Moscow of the pearly towers,And golden domes for praise,And chiming hours!Red Moscow of the Kremlin walls,And bloody battle ways,And ...
Grey Wolves Grey (Henry Lawson Poems)
The Russian march is soft and slow,Through dust and heat, or slush and snow,When the Russian skies hang grey and ...
Those Foreign Engineers (Henry Lawson Poems)
Old Ivan McIvanovitch, with knitted brow of care,Has climbed up from the engine-room to get a breath of air;He slowly ...
The Vanguard [1] (Henry Lawson Poems)
While the crippled cruisers stagger where the blind horizon dips,And the ocean ooze is rising round the sunken battle-ships,While the ...
What The Sleepless Grandam Thinks (Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov Poems)
All through the cold night, beating wings shadowy Sweep o'er the church-village poor,--Only one Grandam a hundred years hoary, Findeth her slumber ...
Dream Song 59: Henry’s Meditation in the Kremlin (John Berryman Poems)
Down on the cathedrals, as from the Giraldain a land no crueller, and over the wallsto domes & river lookfrom ...
Reading in Wartime (Edwin Muir Poems)
Boswell by my bed, Tolstoy on my table; Thought the world has bled For four and a half years, And ...
Dream Song 59: Henry’s Meditation in the Kremlin (John Berryman Poems)
Down on the cathedrals, as from the Giralda in a land no crueller, and over the walls to domes & ...