Bonnie New South Wales (Henry Lawson Poems)
It surely cannot be too soon, and never is too late,It tones with all Australia's tune to praise one's native ...
It surely cannot be too soon, and never is too late,It tones with all Australia's tune to praise one's native ...
Gaze not upon my outside, friend,With scorn or with disgust-Judge not, until you condescendTo look beneath the crust.Rough and unsightly ...
The tiger, on the other hand,Is kittenish and mild,And makes a pretty playfellowFor any little child.And mothers of large families(Who ...
THE FRANK COURTSHIP.Grave Jonas Kindred, Sybil Kindred's sire,Was six feet high, and look'd six inches higher;Erect, morose, determined, solemn, slow,Who ...
Golden lights and lengthening shadows,Flings the splendid sun declining,O'er the monastery gardenRich in flower, fruit and foliage.Through the avenue of ...
Wake not again the cannon's thundrous voice,Nor to the breeze throw out the stars and stripes;'Tis not the time to ...
When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow,We hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago.And etched ...
Hast thou the infant seen that yet, unknowing of the loveWhich warms and cradles, calmly sleeps the mother's heart above—Wandering ...
Year after year the princess lies asleep Until the hundred years foretold are done, Easily drawing her enchanted breath. Caught ...
"WHAT tuneful strains salute mine ear Without the ...
(Matthew, xiii.3) Ye sons of earth prepare the plough, Break up your fallow ground; The sower is gone forth to ...
The Beaver's Lesson They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
The tiger, on the other hand, Is kittenish and mild, And makes a pretty playfellow For any little child. And ...
The tiger, on the other hand, Is kittenish and mild, And makes a pretty playfellow For any little child. And ...
O POORTITH cauld, and restless love, Ye wrack my peace between ye; Yet poortith a' I could forgive, An 'twere ...
As we hurry away to the end, my friend, Of this sad little farce called existence, We are sure that ...
When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow, We hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago. ...
Hast thou the infant seen that yet, unknowing of the love Which warms and cradles, calmly sleeps the mother's heart ...
IN the dark womb where I began My mother's life made me a man. Through all the months of human ...
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