Cameron’s Heart (Henry Lawson Poems)
The diggings were just in their glory when Alister Cameron came, With recommendations, he told me, from friends and a ...
The diggings were just in their glory when Alister Cameron came, With recommendations, he told me, from friends and a ...
No church-bell rings them from the Track, No pulpit lights theirblindness-- 'Tis hardship, drought, and homelessness That teach those Bushmen ...
My mother never forgave my father for killing himself, especially at such an awkward time and in a public park, ...
1917 (To Lyde of the Music Halls) What boots it on the Gods to call? Since, answered or unheard, We ...
Carry me out the ocean, where my drifting thoughts flow free. Guide them to a far distant land, that only ...
There are no lies in the morning no cheating of age an illusion of eye smoothing skin over bone. No ...
ON bridges small and bridges great Stands Nepomucks in ev'ry state, Of ...
Trying to define the infinite the nature of God Love, true love, not the pale imitation human love not enough ...
NO master sage, nor orator I know, Who can success, like gentle Cupid show; His ways and arguments are pleasing ...
We chanced in passing by that afternoon To catch it in a sort of special picture Among tar-banded ancient cherry ...
I like a church, I like a cowl, I love a prophet of the soul, And on my heart monastic ...
Consecrated to the Glorious Memory of His Most Serene and Renowned Highness, Oliver, Late Lord Protector of This Commonwealth, etc. ...
If on the closed curtain of my sight My fancy paints thy portrait far away, I see thee still the ...
You know that Portrait in the Moon -- So tell me who 'tis like -- The very Brow -- the ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before,-deep ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
WORDSWORTH upon Helvellyn ! Let the cloud Ebb audibly along the mountain-wind, Then break against the rock, and show behind ...
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks, and outside a large green bus swerves through ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
I. You liked your scrolls ? - Here they are. The manuscript of your book ? - Here it is. ...
Kind solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme- I will not madly deem that power ...
Good people of Dundee, your voices raise, And to Miss Baxter give great praise; Rejoice and sing and dance with ...
Verses to accompany a portrait of Cromwell Bright Martial Maid, Queen of the frozen zone, The northern pole supports thy ...
Whenever I go there everything is changed The stamps on the bandages the titles Of the professors of water The ...
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