Marshall’s Mate (Henry Lawson Poems)
You almost heard the surface bake, and saw the gum-leaves turn -- You could have watched the grass scorch brown ...
You almost heard the surface bake, and saw the gum-leaves turn -- You could have watched the grass scorch brown ...
Southward with fleet of ice Sailed the corsair Death; Wild and gast blew the blast, And the east-wind was his ...
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside ...
Upon a bank I sat, a child made seer Of one small primrose flowering in my mind. Better than wealth ...
Away by the lands of the Japanee Where the paper lanterns glow And the crews of all the shipping drink ...
When mid-autumn's moan shook the night-time, And sedges were horny, And summer's green wonderwork faltered On leaze and in lane, ...
I "O Time, whence comes the Mother's moody look amid her labours, As of one who all unwittingly has wounded ...
I O the opal and the sapphire of that wandering western sea, And the woman riding high above with bright ...
I O it was sad enough, weak enough, mad enough - Light in their loving as soldiers can be - ...
[I feel considerable hesitation in venturing to offer this version of a poem which Carlyle describes to be 'a beautiful ...
Where wail the waters in their flaw A spectre wanders to and fro, And evermore that ghostly shore Bemoans the ...
They who tread the path of labor follow where My feet have trod; They who work without complaining, do the ...
Finite -- to fail, but infinite to Venture -- For the one ship that struts the shore Many's the gallant ...
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of ...
What was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, ...
Trumpets of the Lancer Corps Sound a loud reveille; Sound it over Sydney shore, Send the message far and wide ...
When my eyes are weeds, And my lips are petals, spinning Down the wind that has beginning Where the crumpled ...
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten ...
Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever! Let the bell toll!- a saintly soul floats on the ...
We who travel between worlds lose our muscle and bone. I was wheeling a barrow of earth when agony bayoneted ...
Ho, a day Whereon we may up and away, With a fetterless wind that is out on the downs, And ...
(O little white feet of mine) Out in the storm and the rain you fly; (Red, red shoes the colour ...
Back to the mystic shore beyond the main The mystic craft has sped, and left no trace. Ah, nevermore may ...
A POEM DEDICATED TO ALL CRUSADERS AGAINST THE INTERNATIONAL AND INTERSTATE TRAFFIC IN YOUNG GIRLS Galahad . . . soldier ...
From cold Norse caves or buccaneer Southern seas Oft come repenting tempests here to die; Bewailing old-time wrecks and robberies, ...
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