Echuca (C J Dennis Poems)
With wood and wool for Adelaide The paddle boats came downWhen here this spritely river maid Built up her river ...
With wood and wool for Adelaide The paddle boats came downWhen here this spritely river maid Built up her river ...
Though short thy span, God's unimpeach'd decrees,Which made that shorten'd span one long disease,Yet merciful in chastening, gave thee scopeFor ...
Though short thy space, God's unimpeach'd decreesWhich made that shorten'd space one long disease;Yet, merciful in chast'ning, gave thee scopeFor ...
They say I am a shy, wild thing, That seeks the wild bush glade.Quick to be gone on whirring wing, ...
NIGHT, ambushed in the darkling wood, Waited to seize the sleeping field, His sentinels the pine trees stood ...
A record of my pain and of your praise Will this be to Slovenes as yet unborn, When moss shall ...
HER hands are cold; her face is white; No more her pulses come and go; Her eyes are shut to ...
Who, then, was Cestius, And what is he to me? - Amid thick thoughts and memories multitudinous One thought alone ...
They told me once that Pan was dead, And so, in sooth, I thought him; For vainly where the streamlets ...
Your hands, my dear, adorable, Your lips of tenderness -- Oh, I've loved you faithfully and well, Three years, or ...
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
(In memoriam C. T. W. Sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards obiit H.M. prison, Reading, Berkshire July 7, 1896) ...
Faint as a climate-changing bird that flies All night across the darkness, and at dawn Falls on the threshold of ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
So was their sanctuary violated, So their fair college turned to hospital; At first with all confusion: by and by ...
How often do I wish I were What people call a character; A ripe and cherubic old chappie Who lives ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
There's little to have but the things I had, There's little to bear but the things I bore. There's nothing ...
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