With Dickens (Henry Lawson Poems)
In Windsor Terrace, number four, I've taken my abode-A little crescent from the street, A bight from City Road;And, hard up and ...
In Windsor Terrace, number four, I've taken my abode-A little crescent from the street, A bight from City Road;And, hard up and ...
The dews of summer nighte did falle,The moone (sweete regente of the skye)Silver'd the walles of Cumnor Halle,And manye an ...
I mind the river from Mount Frome To Ballanshantie's Bridge,The Mudgee Hills, and Buckaroo, Lowe's Peak, and Granite Ridge.The "tailers" in the ...
I've followed all my tracks and ways,from old bark school to Leicester Square,I've been right back to boyhood's days, and ...
Have you heard tell the news?The Earl of Leicester has turned traitor,And at Orwell has certainly landed.He has fleeced the ...
They can't hear in West o' London, where the worst dine with the best-Deaf to all save lies and laughter, ...
NOT to the sober and staid, Leading a quiet life,But to men whose paths are laid Ever through storm and strife-Here is ...
"Young soldier, what will you beWhen it's all over?""I shall get out and across the sea,Where land's cheap and a ...
The beings of the mind are not of clay; Essentially immortal, they createAnd multiply in us a brigher ray, And ...
A ballad made by one of the adherents to Simon de Montfort, Earl of Leicester, soon after the battle of ...
The miller by the shore am I, A man o' despert sense;I've fotty different soorts o' ways O' ...
I. To one fair lady out of Court,And two fair ladies in,Who think the Turk and Pope a sport,And wit ...
And if I love you more than my own soul Then must you die and I shall never die Until ...
My name is Johnny Vincent Brown,I live on Leicester Court, My Pa's not here, he's gone downtown, An' I am ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
A born salesman, my father made all his dough by selling wool to Fieldcrest, Woolrich and Faribo. A born talker, ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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