Here Died (Henry Lawson Poem)
There's many a schoolboy's bat and ball that are gathering dust at home, For he hears a voice in the ...
There's many a schoolboy's bat and ball that are gathering dust at home, For he hears a voice in the ...
After rain, through afterglow, the unfolding fan of railway landscape sidled onthe pivot of a larger arc into the green ...
Back from the line one night in June, I gave a dinner at Bethune- Seven courses, the most gorgeous meal ...
There's a whisper down the line at 11.39 When the Night Mail's ready to depart, Saying "Skimble where is Skimble ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
Calm, sad, secure; behind high convent walls, These watch the sacred lamp, these watch and pray: And it is one ...
You can't put in the ground swell of the organ from the Christiansted, St.Croix, Anglican Church behind the paratrooper's voice: ...
The good gray guardians of art Patrol the halls on spongy shoes, Impartially protective, though Perhaps suspicious of Toulouse. Here ...
I I, in my intricate image, stride on two levels, Forged in man's minerals, the brassy orator Laying my ghost ...
Humping it here in the dug-out, Sucking me black dudeen, I'd like to say in a general way, There's nothing ...
'Twas in the bleary middle of the hard-boiled Arctic night, I was lonesome as a loon, so if you can, ...
"The aristocratic ne'er-do-well in Canada frequently finds his way into the ranks of the Royal North-West Mounted Police." -- Extract. ...
"Hae ye heard whit ma auld mither's postit tae me? It fair maks me hamesick," says Private McPhee. "And whit ...
In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear That who would wear the scarlet coat shall say good-bye ...
SMOKE of autumn is on it all. The streamers loosen and travel. The red west is stopped with a gray ...
In the late night listening from bed I have joined the ambulance or the patrol screaming toward some drama, the ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
Men fight all shapes and sizes as the racing horses run, And no man knows his courage till he stands ...
"I will to the King, And offer him consolation in his trouble, For that man there has set his teeth ...
SEE how the flowers, as at parade, Under their colours stand display'd: Each regiment in order grows, That of the ...
from St. Ambrose He fears the tiger standing in his way. The tiger takes its time, it smiles and growls. ...
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