Mostly Slavonic (Henry Lawson Poems)
I.-Peter MichaelovIt was Peter the Barbarian put an apron in his bagAnd rolled up the honoured bundle that Australians call ...
I.-Peter MichaelovIt was Peter the Barbarian put an apron in his bagAnd rolled up the honoured bundle that Australians call ...
TWIST the milled knob, fingers. Send needle-antennaFrom Hilversum to Rome, Rome to Vienna,Groping for music. Any kind will do:The Moonlight ...
A gift for you I went to buyA present priced, though, not too high.What pity that an iron gadgetReduced by ...
I. PROLOGUE.HERR SCHNITZERL make a ph'losopede, Von of de pullyest kind; It vent mitout a vheel in front, And hadn't ...
Farewell, farewell! Before our prow Leaps in white foam the noisy channel,A tourist's cap is on my brow, My legs ...
Perched on a dead volcanic pile,Now charted as a submerged peak,Near to a moon-washed coral isle,A hundred leagues from Mozambique,Three ...
GAMBRINUS. In a field of goldnen parley Goot King Gambrinus shlept, Und treamin' pout de dursty volk, Dey say he ...
All winter long you listened for the boom Of distant cannon wheeled into their place. Sometimes outside beneath a bombers' ...
Why should the foe complain about his endIf this is how we amputate a friend?No more let 'Munich' be a ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
I have lived in important places, times When great events were decided, who owned That half a rood of rock, ...
1 On Linden, when the sun was low, 2 All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, 3 And dark as winter ...
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children. Cold as snow breath, it tamps the womb Where the yew trees blow ...
There lived in Munich a poor, weakly youth, But for the exact date, I cannot vouch for the truth, And ...
Athens, Greece, August 25, 2004 Gold-Medal Gal of Israel By Sharon Esther Lampert (The Sexist Creative Genius in Human History) ...
Rain filled the streets once a year, rising almost to door and window sills, battering walls and roofs until it ...
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