For’ard’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away ...
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away ...
For things we never mention, For Art misunderstood -- For excellent intention That did not turn to good; From ancient ...
1 I carved your name on my watchband with my fingernail. Where I am, you know, I don't have a ...
Though clock, To tell how night draws hence, I've none, A cock I have to sing how day draws on: ...
Till I shall come again, let this suffice, I send my salt, my sacrifice To thee, thy lady, younglings, and ...
LEADER. LET no cares now hover o'er us Let the wine unsparing run! Wilt thou swell our merry chorus? Hast ...
The crowded street his playground is, a patch of blue his sky; A puddle in a vacant lot his sea ...
When first the fiery-mantled sun His heavenly race begun to run; Round the earth and ocean blue, His children four ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
I sold her bed for a song. A song of yearning like an orphan's. Or the one knives carve into ...
Observe, my child, this pretty scene, And note the air of pleasure keen With which the widow's orphan boy Toots ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
O LOGAN, sweetly didst thou glide, That day I was my Willie's bride, And years sin syne hae o'er us ...
THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare, Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave; Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
He said, and pass'd with sad presaging heart To seek his spouse, his soul's far dearer part; At home he ...
The opening scene. The yellow, coal-fed fog Uncurling over the tainted city river, A young girl rowing and her anxious ...
Viciousness in the kitchen! The potatoes hiss. It is all Hollywood, windowless, The fluorescent light wincing on and off like ...
'Twas in the year of 1888, and on the 19th of November, Which the friends of the late Ex-Provost Rough ...
I was attorney for the "Q" And the Indemnity Company which insured The owners of the mine. I pulled the ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
Alas, how pleasant are their dayes With whom the Infant Love yet playes! Sorted by pairs, they still are seen ...
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