The Song of the Darling River (Henry Lawson Poem)
The skies are brass and the plains are bare, Death and ruin are everywhere -- And all that is left ...
The skies are brass and the plains are bare, Death and ruin are everywhere -- And all that is left ...
O SORROW! Why dost borrow The natural hue of health, from vermeil lips?-- To give maiden blushes To the white ...
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its lovliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
when they look into his mind they find a hill town somewhat surprised they go off to their learned books ...
A Pindaric Ode Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A ...
Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles In the golden haze off yonder, Where the song of the sun-kissed ...
This talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh, We've got a Western editor that's little, but, O ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Sweet bird, that sing'st away the early hours Of winters past or coming, void of care, Well pleased with delights ...
When on a summer's morn I wake, And open my two eyes, Out to the clear, born-singing rills My bird-like ...
When primroses are out in Spring, And small, blue violets come between; When merry birds sing on boughs green, And ...
I love the hour that comes, with dusky hair And dewy feet, along the Alpine dells To lead the cattle ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
IN HOLLAND The laggard winter ebbed so slow With freezing rain and melting snow, It seemed as if the earth ...
It's all a farce,-these tales they tell About the breezes sighing, And moans astir o'er field and dell, Because the ...
HAIL, sister springs, Parents of silver-footed rills! Ever bubbling things, Thawing crystal, snowy hills! Still spending, never spent; I mean ...
(Proverbs, viii. 22-31) "Ere God had built the mountains, Or raised the fruitful hills; Before he fill'd the fountains That ...
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to ...
I How warm this woodland wild Recess ! Love surely hath been breathing here ; And this sweet bed of ...
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
THROUGH the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame; All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
FLOW gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; My Mary's ...
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
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