The Christ of the ‘Never’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
With eyes that are narrowed to pierce To the awful horizons of land, Through the blaze of hot days, and ...
With eyes that are narrowed to pierce To the awful horizons of land, Through the blaze of hot days, and ...
Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide, Came a ghost, and for a moment walked ...
The squatter saw his pastures wide Decrease, as one by one The farmers moving to the west Selected on his ...
The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought, The cheque was spent that the ...
Last summer, in the blue heat, Over the beach, in the burning air, A legless beggar lurched on calloused fists ...
June No hope, no change! The clouds have shut us in, And through the cloud the sullen Sun strikes down ...
Eyes of grey -- a sodden quay, Driving rain and falling tears, As the steamer wears to sea In a ...
This morning Hitler spoke in Danzig, we hear his voice. A man of genius: that is, of amazing Ability, courage, ...
A bird that I don't know, Hunched on his light-pole like a scarecrow, Looks sideways out into the wheat The ...
I sing of the decline of Henry Clay Who loved a white girl of uncommon size. Although a small man ...
The piper coming from far away is you With a whitewash brush for a sporran Wobbling round you, a kitchen ...
(a) they seek to celebrate the word not to bring their knives out on a poem dissecting it to find ...
The morn arrived; his footstep quickly scared The gentle sleep that round my senses clung, And I, awak'ning, from my ...
A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker's portion of the street stretching his hand ...
To this parched earth to this broken land divided and warring no peace at hand Send your rain oh loving ...
His offer of living waters quenching, eternally our spiritual thirst Growing as if a tree by streams of the waters ...
Life returned, in our little garden the little nurtured space by our back door, Fenced and planted the bulbs in ...
Crashing waves on a rocky coast, rain falling on parched ground The cry of a newborn baby, the call of ...
The slow calving of a glacier, the sudden eruption of a once dormant volcano The birth of a rainbow at ...
After the communion returning the elements to the ground gently sharing the bread, the wheat the blood, the vine to ...
Long dormant carpet of grey, of brown parched and pending poised for an awakening showers and warming a bursting of ...
The world is wet today luxurious, damp, drenched drops hug the leaves, anoint the still budded lilac blossoms before their ...
Lofty and enduring is the monument I've reared,-- Come, tempests, with your bitterness assailing; And thou, corrosive blasts of time, ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
The Gentian has a parched Corolla -- Like azure dried 'Tis Nature's buoyant juices Beatified -- Without a vaunt or ...
Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping -- plucking -- smiling -- flying -- Do ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
Old Elm that murmured in our chimney top The sweetest anthem autumn ever made And into mellow whispering calms would ...
Tomorrow's Thursday again, swept with the days' meandering flow: this, that, and the week goes, hearing time splash through cracks. ...
The shades of night was fallin' slow As through New York a guy did go And nail on ev'ry barroom ...
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