The Shakedown on the Floor (Henry Lawson Poems)
Set me back for twenty summers- For I'm tired of cities now-Set my feet in red-soil furrows And my hands upon the ...
Set me back for twenty summers- For I'm tired of cities now-Set my feet in red-soil furrows And my hands upon the ...
You love me, you say, and I think you do, But I know so many who don't,And how can I say ...
I know not how I found you With your wild hair a-blow, Nor why the world around you Would never let me ...
THE noon was as a crystal bowl The red wine mantled through;Around it like a Viking's beard The red-gold hazes blew,As tho' ...
Seven stars in the still water,And seven in the sky;Seven sins on the King's daughter,Deep in her soul to lie.Red ...
On a tripod the goddess sits, gazingAt herself in a mirror propped close:Red-gold tresses, a perfect Greek nose,Sea-green eyes like ...
I see your red-gold hair and know How white the hidden skin must be,Though sun-kissed face and fingers showThe fervour of ...
Within my hand I holdA piece of lichen-spotted stone-Each fleck red-gold-And with closed eyes I hear the moanOf solemn winds ...
Truly, they're stupid, these village churchesWhere fifteen ugly chicks soiling the pillarsListen, trilling out their divine responses,To a black freak ...
FISH, oh Fish,So little matters!Whether the waters rise and cover the earthOr whether the waters wilt in the hollow places,All ...
IHeavily my desk uponLay a Hebrew Lexicon.As I pried into the tomeI thought me of Saint Hierome,By the Jew tormented ...
Put in the sickles and reap; For the morning of harvest is red, And the long large ...
I saw her many years ago, my gladness and my grief. She stood amongst the barley fields to bind the ...
I The red-gold sun Sinking to rest At day's end, Tucking under its chin The fleecy down comforter That men ...
In her last hour of life the treeGave up her glorious memories,Wild scent of wood anemone,The sapphire blue of April ...
Upbroke the sun In red-gold foam; Thus spoke the gun At the Soldier's Home: "Whenever I hear Blue thunder speak ...
Seven stars in the still water, And seven in the sky; Seven sins on the King's daughter, Deep in her ...
Put in the sickles and reap; For the morning of harvest is red, And the long large ranks of the ...
Lo, I have loved thee long, long have I yearned and entreated! Tell me how I may win thee, tell ...
Valley of waving broom, O lovely, lovely light, O hear of the world, red-gold! Breast high in the blossom I ...
A ship with shields before the sun, Six maidens round the mast, A red-gold crown on every one, A green ...
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