Australia To England (John Farrell Poems)
What of the years of Englishmen? What have they brought of growth and graceSince mud-built London by its fen Became the Briton's ...
What of the years of Englishmen? What have they brought of growth and graceSince mud-built London by its fen Became the Briton's ...
Your landscape sickens with a dry diseaseEven in May, Virginia, and your sweet pinesLike Frenchmen runted in a hundred warsAre ...
The boat of the boatman Madhu is moored at the wharf of Rajgunj. It is uselessly laden with jute, and has ...
Deem not this wielder of this penThe happiest bloke alive,For I am only five-foot-ten,And ye are ten-foot-five.Wherefore I clothe myself ...
The ships he served of old,When blood was young and hot,Long wrecked or scrapped or sold;Their very names forgot;The ships ...
When sunset, a brass gong, vibrate through Couva, is then I see my soul, swiftly unsheathed, like a white cattle ...
The boat of the boatman Madhu is moored at the wharf of Rajgunj. It is uselessly laden with jute, and ...
'Twas on a Monday morning, and in the year of 1884, That a fire broke out in Bailie Bradford's store, ...
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