The Fire At Ross’s Farm (Henry Lawson Poems)
The squatter saw his pastures wide Decrease, as one by one The farmers moving to the west Selected on his ...
The squatter saw his pastures wide Decrease, as one by one The farmers moving to the west Selected on his ...
Two good friends had Hiawatha, Singled out from all the others, Bound to him in closest union, And to whom ...
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!" Cried the warriors, cried the old men, When he came in triumph homeward With the sacred ...
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree! Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree! Growing by the rushing river, Tall and ...
The fireplace was eager to put a fullstop, in the sentence where the road of my dreams stuck upon the ...
Horace, BK. V., Ode 3 "Regulus"-- A Diversity of Creatures There are whose study is of smells, And to attentive ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
I can't ridge it back again from char. Not one board left. Only ash a cat explores and shattered glass ...
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
Mount Kearsarge shines with ice; from hemlock branches snow slides onto snow; no stream, creek, or river budges but remains ...
The day is turning ghost, And scuttles from the kalendar in fits and furtively, To join the anonymous host Of ...
I could have been an architect easel and pad, compass and straight edge vision and design at least that's what ...
In the dirt in the space under the pines A town planner toils roads and structures stone walls of gravel ...
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note, ...
There overtook me and drew me in To his down-hill, early-morning stride, And set me five miles on my road ...
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp All that was needed was to say to him, "How is the ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
THE HOUSE The cornerstone in Truth is laid, The guardian walls of Honour made, The roof of Faith is built ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
The host, he says that all is well And the fire-wood glow is bright; The food has a warm and ...
Phone for the fish knives, Norman As cook is a little unnerved; You kiddies have crumpled the serviettes And I ...
In a wilderness, in some orchestral swing through trees, with a wind playing all the high notes, and the prospect ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
There is darkness behind the light -- and the pale light drips Cold on vague shapes and figures, that, half-seen ...
Look, how those steep woods on the mountain's face Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold Invades our very ...
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
I was but a half-grown boy, You were a girl-child slight. Ah, how weary you were! You had led in ...
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