Above Eurunderee (Henry Lawson Poem)
There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not, On the desolate flats where gaunt appletrees rot. Where the ...
There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not, On the desolate flats where gaunt appletrees rot. Where the ...
One day old Trooper Campbell Rode out to Blackman's Run, His cap-peak and his sabre Were glancing in the sun. ...
When I was up the country in the rough and early days, I used to work along ov Jimmy Nowlett's ...
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
Ten miles down Reedy River A pool of water lies, And all the year it mirrors The changes in the ...
Fire lighted; on the table a meal for sleepy men; A lantern in the stable; a jingle now and then; ...
So you rode from the range where your brothers "select," Through the ghostly grey bush in the dawn--- You rode ...
Three bushmen one morning rode up to an inn, And one of them called for the drinks with a grin; ...
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
Across the stony ridges, Across the rolling plain, Young Harry Dale, the drover, Comes riding home again. And well his ...
The night too quickly passes And we are growing old, So let us fill our glasses And toast the Days ...
Where run your colts at pasture? Where hide your mares to breed? 'Mid bergs about the Ice-cap Or wove Sargasso ...
Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go By the Pass called Muttianee, to shoot in the vale ...
As our mother the Frigate, bepainted and fine, Made play for her bully the Ship of the Line; So we, ...
for C. G. Macdonald, 1956-2006 Charlie, sunrise is a three-legged mongrel dog, going deaf, already blind in one eye, answering ...
It??Ts two muddy miles from Highway 20, just past the north fork of Cache Creek, across the broad meadow, through ...
Beyond the great valley an odd instinctive rising Begins to possess the ground, the flatness gathers to little humps and ...
Unhappy about some far off things That are not my affair, wandering Along the coast and up the lean ridges, ...
all is still on this starless night the mountain waits quiescent as a cat smoothing crag and chasm to a ...
The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed ...
How far is it to peace, the piper sighed, The solitary, sweating as he paused. Asphalt the noon; the ravens, ...
A monster taught To come to hand Amain, As swift as thought Across the land The train. The song it ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
Dawn has reached the ridges to the north and a thin line of light chased the night west; it is ...
A crystalline awakening on the plateau, the crisp air as brittle as new celery snaps with expectancy. The cold clings ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
The sea runs back against itself With scarcely time for breaking wave To cannonade a slatey shelf And thunder under ...
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden Green-ruddy in hedges, Bezide the red doust o' the ridges, A-dried at Woak Hill; I ...
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden Green-ruddy in hedges, Bezide the red doust o' the ridges, A-dried at Woak Hill; I ...
Disengaged, bloody, Henry rose from the shell where in theior racing start his seat got wedged under his knifing knees, ...
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