The Ballad Of The Drover (Henry Lawson Poem)
Across the stony ridges, Across the rolling plain, Young Harry Dale, the drover, Comes riding home again. And well his ...
Across the stony ridges, Across the rolling plain, Young Harry Dale, the drover, Comes riding home again. And well his ...
A much-discerning Public hold The Singer generally sings And prints and sells his past for gold. Whatever I may here ...
I see the signs and wonders, Appearing over there; Trials and tribulations, Happening everywhere. Yah it won't be much longer, ...
Even the death of evil taken by his choosing refusing to submit to stand in the dock of justice Saddened ...
God's comfort His abundant healing His presence redeeming bringing us hope, sight to those who are blinded joy to the ...
The Heart has many Doors -- I can but knock -- For any sweet "Come in" Impelled to hark -- ...
Talk to me of love with wonder in your eyes, of limber magic flying through the veiling air and soft-edged ...
I was saddened just to hear the bitter rancour in his voice, a sour hostility aloof of commonsense, and ranks ...
Steve is gone, I hardly can believe the man wont cry again, I cannot credit that his energy wont bloom ...
To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream" Saddened by the dying spring, I am too weary to rearrange my hair. ...
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or ...
Whose was that gentle voice, that, whispering sweet, Promised methought long days of bliss sincere! Soothing it stole on my ...
In the zunsheen of our zummers Wi' the hay time now a-come, How busy wer we out a-vield Wi' vew ...
In the zunsheen of our zummers Wi' the hay time now a-come, How busy wer we out a-vield Wi' vew ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
So you're back from up the country, Mister Lawson, where you went, And you're cursing all the business in a ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
Silvia, do you remember the moments, in your mortal life, when beauty still shone in your sidelong, laughing eyes, and ...
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