The Sleeping Beauty (Henry Lawson Poems)
"Call that a yarn!" said old Tom Pugh, "What rot! I'll lay my hatI'll sling you a yarn worth more nor ...
"Call that a yarn!" said old Tom Pugh, "What rot! I'll lay my hatI'll sling you a yarn worth more nor ...
FROM HER HOME beyond the river in the parting of the hills,Where the wattles fleecy blossom surged and scattered in ...
When I was a lad of twenty and was working in High Street, Ken.,I made quite a pile in a ...
Mr. MacCall at Cleveland Hall,Sunday evening-date to fix-Fifteenth April, sixty-six,Speech reported and redactedBy a fellow much distracted.IWho lectures? No mere ...
What is it maks a crusty wifeForget to scold, an leeave off strife?What is it smoothes th' rooad throo life? It's ...
My sister's best feller is 'most six-foot-three,And handsome and strong as a feller can be;And Sis, she's so little, and ...
O kid! with face of healthy tan,With lunch-bag, books and slate;You needn't long to be a man,Self-confident and great;For ever ...
He's struttin' sho ernuff,Wearin' a lady's muffEn' ways erpon his head,Red coat ob reddest red,Purtty white satin ves',Gole braid ercross ...
I wanted a muffOn an up-to-date scale,Of some soft fluffy stuff,With a head and a tail;So simple and innocent-heartedI started ...
There is a little maidOf whom I'm much afraid.Shall I confess it?She wears a sealskin coat;Its grace and shape I ...
Miss Jenny W---d---r, to Lady Eliz. M---d---ss, at --- Castle, North. A Journal. To humbler strains, ye Nine, descend, And ...
Mr. Simkin B---n---r---d to Lady B---n---r---d, at --- Hall, North. Taste and Spirit.--Mr. B---n---r---d commences a Beau Gar?on. So lively, ...
AriaThe tiresome winter now is goneThe day so short, the night so longAt gentle paceDo change their face,Now must dark ...
A THUNDER-STORM of the olden days! The red sun' sinks in a sleepy haze; The sultry twilight, close and still, ...
A constant keeping-past of shaken trees, And a bewildered glitter of loose road; Banks of bright growth, with single blades ...
TIME has a magic wand! What is this meets my hand, Moth-eaten, moldy, and Covered with fluff? Faded, and stiff, ...
There was a bear — his name was Jim,An' children weren't askeered of him,An' he lived in a cave, where ...
The Jay his Castanet has struck Put on your muff for Winter The Tippet that ignores his voice Is impudent ...
They should not have left him there alone, Alone that is except for the cat. He was only nine, not ...
Oh, it's pleasant sitting here, Seeing all the people pass; You beside your bock of beer, I behind my demi-tasse. ...
SLEEP is a maker of makers. Birds sleep. Feet cling to a perch. Look at the balance. Let the legs ...
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