What The Heart Of The Poet Said To The ‘Bulletin’ (Joseph Furphy Poems)
Tell me not in future numbersThat our thought becomes inane,That our metre halts and lumbers,When the Wattle blooms again.Lies of ...
Tell me not in future numbersThat our thought becomes inane,That our metre halts and lumbers,When the Wattle blooms again.Lies of ...
THE school children do not want to play withme; the teacher pierces me with his look;there is no heart with ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
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