From ‘Lines In Memory Of Edmund Morris’ (Duncan Campbell Scott Poems)
HERE Morris, on the plains that we have loved,Think of the death of Akoose, fleet of foot,Who, in his prime, ...
HERE Morris, on the plains that we have loved,Think of the death of Akoose, fleet of foot,Who, in his prime, ...
I hear them speak of a Fed'ral siteWhere shall arise a city bright -Mother, where is this bonzer spot?Shall we ...
Everyone in me is a bird. I am beating all my wings. They wanted to cut you out but they ...
John Gilbert was a bushrangerOf terrible renownFor sticking lots of people upAnd shooting others down.John Gilbert said unto his pals,'Although ...
I hear the waters of some inlet nowCome lapping to the fringe of yonder wood,The storm-bent firs, and oaks along ...
Had I a land that I might call my home,I would be glad;But I'm compelled this cruel world to roamWith ...
When Ned was a neophyte nobody heeded him. No man could prophesy, none could foretellHow, when the day came that ...
Those envied places which do know her well,And are so scornful of this lonely place,Even now for once are emptied ...
That land full surely hastens to its endWhere public sycophants in homage bendThe populace to flatter, and repeatThe doubled echoes ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty How he fell with a roll and a rumble And curled up like ...
(a) they seek to celebrate the word not to bring their knives out on a poem dissecting it to find ...
By his miracle, in the name of Christ all believed, all turned to the Lord a whole city, the entire ...
But outer Space, At least this far, For all the fuss Of the populace Stays more popular Than populous (Robert ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke, High as the Saddle-girth, covering away from our ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
WHAT miracle was it that made this grey Rathgar Seem holy earth, a leaping-place from star to star? I know ...
Oh! the circus swooped down On the Narrabri town, For the Narrabri populace moneyed are; And the showman he smiled ...
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