For Australia (Henry Lawson Poem)
Now, with the wars of the world begun, they'll listen to you and me, Now while the frightened nations run ...
Now, with the wars of the world begun, they'll listen to you and me, Now while the frightened nations run ...
(For A. K. K.) What distant mountains thrill and glow Beneath our Lady Folly's tread? Why has she left us, ...
The toad beneath the harrow knows Exactly where eath tooth-point goes. The butterfly upon the road Preaches contentment to that ...
(i) i believed in flower-power (the triumph of the meek) the thought that what a wind could bend was not ...
it began as a secret desire (an itch in the marrow too vague to get through to the bone) an ...
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can't ...
Healed of his demons healed by Christ wanting to follow to go with the Lord Sent instead by the loving ...
If we are to follow answering the calling of Christ our savior, our shepherd to serve as we are led ...
For Lincoln MacVeagh Never tell me that not one star of all That slip from heaven at night and softly ...
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
He was a poet who wrote clever verses, And folks said he had a fine poetical taste; But his father, ...
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
O SING a new song to the Lord, Make, all and every one, A joyful noise, even for the King ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
It brings to mind Swift leaving a fortune to Dublin 'For the founding of a lunatic asylum - no place ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
AS at thy portals also death, Entering thy sovereign, dim, illimitable grounds, To memories of my mother, to the divine ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
She is all there. She was melted carefully down for you and cast up from your childhood, cast up from ...
(1) This is the sea, then, this great abeyance. How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation. Electrifyingly-colored sherbets, scooped ...
Somebody is shooting at something in our town -- A dull pom, pom in the Sunday street. Jealousy can open ...
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