The Blue Mountains (Henry Lawson Poem)
Above the ashes straight and tall, Through ferns with moisture dripping, I climb beneath the sandstone wall, My feet on ...
Above the ashes straight and tall, Through ferns with moisture dripping, I climb beneath the sandstone wall, My feet on ...
Listen my children and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in ...
1 On my way home from school up tribal Providence Hill past the Academy ballpark where I could never hope ...
I followed the narrow cliffside trail half way up the mountain Above the deep river-canyon. There was a little cataract ...
Sometimes the poem doesn't want to come; it hides from the poet like a playful cat who has run under ...
You gave me the child that seamed my belly & stitched up my life. You gave me: one book of ...
I The thick lids of Night closed upon me Alone at the Bill Of the Isle by the Race {1} ...
'Whenever I plunge my arm, like this, In a basin of water, I never miss The sweet sharp sense of ...
A man and a woman lie on a white bed. It is morning. I think Soon they will waken. On ...
Turning the sod creating the garden where the ledge grew nothing but stone lines in the granite the beautiful vein ...
In the rocks, the ledge, the outcropping of the glacier below the cliffs, the lighthouse small tidepools bits of warming ...
Vision, mission, goals, and tasks action words, of power of purpose defining who we aspire to be what we must ...
Himself it was who wrote His rank, and quartered his own coat. There is no king nor sovereign state That ...
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
I can't tell you -- but you feel it -- Nor can you tell me -- Saints, with ravished slate ...
Where were you Shirley of the Sanguine Lake? Where did you disappear? The echoes of your empty house Were almost ...
Often beneath the wave, wide from this ledge The dice of drowned men's bones he saw bequeath An embassy. Their ...
We used to picnic where the thrift Grew deep and tufted to the edge; We saw the yellow foam flakes ...
The bells of waiting Advent ring, The Tortoise stove is lit again And lamp-oil light across the night Has caught ...
Green mwold on zummer bars do show That they've a-dripped in winter wet; The hoof-worn ring o' groun' below The ...
Green mwold on zummer bars do show That they've a-dripped in winter wet; The hoof-worn ring o' groun' below The ...
THUS the Mayne glideth Where my Love abideth; Sleep 's no softer: it proceeds On through lawns, on through meads, ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
The drop seeps whole from boulder-lichen or ledge moss and drops, joining, to trickle, run, fall, dash, sprawl in held ...
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here and there rests on a ...
The night has been long, The wound has been deep, The pit has been dark, And the walls have been ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
death wants more death, and its webs are full: I remember my father's garage, how child-like I would brush the ...
I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little ...
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