The Grog-an’Grumble Steeplechase (Henry Lawson Poems)
'Twixt the coastline and the border lay the town of Grog-an'-Grumble In the days before the bushman was a dull ...
'Twixt the coastline and the border lay the town of Grog-an'-Grumble In the days before the bushman was a dull ...
Far and wide among the nations Spread the name and fame of Kwasind; No man dared to strive with Kwasind, ...
I This is the sorrowful story Told when the twilight fails And the monkeys walk together Holding their neighbours' tails: ...
for Sydney Pettit The lines are keen against today's bad sky about to rain. We're white and understand why Indians ...
Outrageous nonsense, dead so do the translations resound faith without works a nullity, a lie we are to act out ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
He'd spent his life trying to control the names people gave him; oh the unfair and the accurate equally hurt. ...
After the whipping he crawled into bed, Accepting the harsh fact with no great weeping. How funny uncle's hat had ...
I Now that we're almost settled in our house I'll name the friends that cannot sup with us Beside a ...
She lived in storm and strife, Her soul had such desire For what proud death may bring That it could ...
Now let no charitable hope Confuse my mind with images Of eagle and of antelope: I am by nature none ...
So it is the duty of the artist to discourage all traces of shame To extend all boundaries To fog ...
On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few, And men of religion are scanty, On a road never cross'd ...
On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few, And men of religion are scanty, On a road never cross'd ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
She loved me. Oh! how she loved me! I never had a chance to escape From the day she first ...
Through seas of dreams and seas of phantasies, Through seas of solitudes and vacancies, And through my Self, the deepest ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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