The Star of Australasia (Henry Lawson Poem)
We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation's slime; Better a shred of a deep-dyed ...
We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation's slime; Better a shred of a deep-dyed ...
(It is not for them to criticize too minutely the methods the Irish followed, though they might deplore some of ...
Peeling away the curtain that blocks them from the outside world the world of crickets, of wind, of gulls, of ...
A Peevish Fellow laid his Head On Pillows, stuff'd with Down; But was no sooner warm in Bed, With hopes ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
I cannot spare water or wine, Tobacco-leaf, or poppy, or rose; From the earth-poles to the Line, All between that ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
I have almost been reduced to a homeless pauper. This fatal city, Antioch, has consumed all my money; this fatal ...
The atonement of Christ. Rom. 3:25. How is our nature spoiled by sin! Yet nature ne'er hath found The way ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
This trumpeter of nothingness, employed To keep our reason dull and null and void. This man of wind and froth ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
I hang the window inside out like a shirt drying in a breeze and the arms that are missing come ...
MY father left a park to me, But it is wild and barren, A garden too with scarce a tree, ...
There was an unwanted child. Aborted by three modern methods she hung on to the womb, hooked onto I building ...
Is the spider a monster in miniature? His web is a cruel stair, to be sure, Designed artfully, cunningly placed, ...
Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change? Why with the time ...
Why is my verse so barren of new pride? So far from variation or quick change? Why with the time ...
Our hero was a Tommy with a conscience free from care, And such an open countenance that when he breathed ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
Awake, of Muse, the echoes of a day Long past, the ghosts of mem'ries manifold -- Youth's memories that once ...
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