The Loveable Characters (Henry Lawson Poem)
I long for the streets but the Lord knoweth best, For there I am never a saint; There are lovable ...
I long for the streets but the Lord knoweth best, For there I am never a saint; There are lovable ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
When spring-time flushes the desert grass, Our kafilas wind through the Khyber Pass. Lean are the camels but fat the ...
What freeman knoweth freedom? Never he Whose father's father through long lives have reigned O'er kingdoms which mere heritage attained. ...
Not in rich furniture, or fine array, Nor in a wedge of gold, Thou, who from me wast sold, To ...
The fleet astronomer can bore And thread the spheres with his quick-piercing mind: He views theirs stations, walks from door ...
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
Last night, as my dear babe lay dead, In agony I knelt and said: "0 God! what have I done, ...
Syn that you, Chloe, to your moder sticken, Maketh all ye yonge bacheloures full sicken; Like as a lyttel deere ...
NEAR to the silver Trent SIRENA dwelleth; She to whom Nature lent All that excelleth; By which the Muses late ...
There is one sin: to call a green leaf gray, Whereat the sun in heaven shuddereth. There is one blasphemy: ...
Forth flashed the serpent streak of steel, Consummate crown of man's device; Down crashed upon an immobile And brainless barrier ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Forth flashed the serpent streak of steel, Consummate crown of man's device; Down crashed upon an immobile And brainless barrier ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
I THERE is one Mind, one omnipresent Mind, Omnific. His most holy name is Love. Truth of subliming import! with ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. ...
She ONLY to be twin elements of joy In this extravagance of Being, Love, Were our divided natures shaped in ...
There is never a wind to sing o'er the sea On its dimpled bosom that holdeth in fee Wealth of ...
I saw a King, who spent his life to weave Into a nation all his great heart thought, Unsatisfied until ...
Ye have sung me your songs, ye have chanted your rimes (I scorn your beguiling, O sea!) Ye fondle me ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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