Faces In The Street (Henry Lawson Poem)
They lie, the men who tell us for reasons of their own That want is here a stranger, and that ...
They lie, the men who tell us for reasons of their own That want is here a stranger, and that ...
Frail as smoke, she drifts through the crowded train, bringing with her the cold ashes of poverty. Without a word, ...
The old woman across the way is whipping the boy again and shouting to the neighborhood her goodness and his ...
Wanting all to live God pleads with us each one of us to be judged brought before our maker Called ...
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea -- Forgets her own locality -- As I -- toward Thee -- She ...
Across the wet November night The church is bright with candlelight And waiting Evensong. A single bell with plaintive strokes ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
WHILE new-ca'd kye rowte at the stake An' pownies reek in pleugh or braik, This hour on e'enin's edge I ...
O Friends! with whom my feet have trod The quiet aisles of prayer, Glad witness to your zeal for God ...
The offices of Christ. From several scriptures. Join all the names of love and power That ever men or angels ...
Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792. ...
Tired and unhappy, you think of houses Soft-carpeted and warm in the December evening, While snow's white pieces fall past ...
A wild and woeful race he ran Of lust and sin by land and sea; Until, abhorred of God and ...
What man has not betrayed Some sacred trust? If haply you are made Of honest dust, Vaunt not of glory ...
Tonight my love is sleeping cold Where none may see and none shall pass. The daisies quicken in the mold, ...
A string of shiny days we had, A spotless sky, a yellow sun; And neither you nor I was sad ...
He found her by the ocean's moaning verge, Nor any wicked change in her discerned; And she believed his old ...
Time, hurry my Love to me: Haste, haste! Lov'st not good company? Here's but a heart-break sandy waste 'Twixt Now ...
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