The Girls of Tasmania (Anonymous Oceania Poems)
The Irishman loves his fair Colleen,No doubt she is witty and pretty,But in Ireland I have never been,So can't judge ...
The Irishman loves his fair Colleen,No doubt she is witty and pretty,But in Ireland I have never been,So can't judge ...
Go, distant shores and brighter conquests seek,But my affection will your scorn survive!For not from radiant eyes or crimson cheekMy ...
"Said Edward, ""will you be my bride, Dearest Clara, tell me when?"" Clara blush'd, and softly sigh'd, ""When Edward pleases-not ...
487You love the Lord-you cannot see-You write Him-every day-A little note-when you awake-And further in the Day.An Ample Letter-How you ...
Coming up England by a different line For once, early in the cold new year, We stopped, and, watching men ...
So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? Good. We'll clear the Aides and khitmatgars away. (You'll know that fat ...
I followed the narrow cliffside trail half way up the mountain Above the deep river-canyon. There was a little cataract ...
Man. SWEETEST Saviour, if my soul Were but worth the having, Quickly should I then control Any thought of waving. ...
ACT I. SC. I Enter Teryth from riding, Winefred following. T. WHAT is it, Gwen, my girl? why do you ...
THE change of food enjoyment is to man; In this, t'include the woman is my plan. I cannot guess why ...
A Citizen of mighty Pelf, But much a Blockhead, in himself Disdain'd a Man of shining Parts, Master of Sciences ...
You love the Lord -- you cannot see -- You write Him -- every day -- A little note -- ...
In the golden bull that Alexios Comnenos issued to prominently honor his mother, the very sagacious Lady Anna Dalassené- distinguished ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
Up the streets of Aberdeen, By the kirk and college green, Rode the Laird of Ury; Close behind him, close ...
At ten she came to me, three years ago, There was 'something between us' even then; Watching her write like ...
Is it not strange? A year ago to-day, With scarce a thought beyond the hum-drum round, I did my decent ...
I've got a little job on 'and, the time is drawin' nigh; At seven by the Captain's watch I'm due ...
Oh, banquet not in those shining bowers, Where Youth resorts, but come to me, For mine's a garden of faded ...
OH, Prue she has a patient man, And Joan a gentle lover, And Agatha's Arth' is a hug-the-hearth, But my ...
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