Scots of the Riverina (Henry Lawson Poem)
The boy cleared out to the city from his home at harvest time -- They were Scots of the Riverina, ...
The boy cleared out to the city from his home at harvest time -- They were Scots of the Riverina, ...
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside ...
Be well assured that on our side The abiding oceans fight, Though headlong wind and heaping tide Make us their ...
This fell when dinner-time was done -- 'Twixt the first an' the second rub -- That oor mon Jock cam' ...
1896 They christened my brother of old-- And a saintly name he bears-- They gave him his place to hold ...
Can I not sin, but thou wilt be My private protonotary? Can I not woo thee, to pass by A ...
I O it was sad enough, weak enough, mad enough - Light in their loving as soldiers can be - ...
Higher far, Upward, into the pure realm, Over sun or star, Over the flickering Dæmon film, Thou must mount for ...
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
Chill and mirk is the nightly blast, Where Pindus' mountains rise, And angry clouds are pouring fast The vengeance of ...
CAULD is the e'enin blast, O' Boreas o'er the pool, An' dawin' it is dreary, When birks are bare at ...
BEHIND yon hills where Lugar flows, 'Mang moors an' mosses many, O, The wintry sun the day has clos'd, And ...
GANE is the day, and mirk's the night, But we'll ne'er stray for faut o' light; Gude ale and bratdy's ...
O MAY, thy morn was ne'er so sweet As the mirk night o' December! For sparkling was the rosy wine, ...
FRAE the friends and land I love, Driv'n by Fortune's felly spite; Frae my best belov'd I rove, Never mair ...
O MIRK, mirk is this midnight hour, And loud the tempest's roar; A waefu' wanderer seeks thy tower, Lord Gregory, ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
The woman singeth at her spinning-wheel A pleasant chant, ballad or barcarole; She thinketh of her song, upon the whole, ...
We told her that her far off shore was bleak and dour to view, And that her sky was dull ...
Far are the shades of Arabia, Where the Princes ride at noon, 'Mid the verdurous vales and thickets, Under the ...
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