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 ...
Just once before I dieI want to climb up on atenement skyto dream my lungs out tillI crythen scatter my ...
Come all ye friends, and citizens, Where-ever you may be,Come listen to a few kind words A friend will say to thee,Although ...
Heed not the cock-sure tourist, Seeing with English eyes;Stroked at the banquet table Still, with the old stock lies-Pet of a social ...
Red-faced as old carousal, and with eyes A hard, hot blue; her hair a frowsy flame, Bold, dowdy-bosomed, from her widow-frame She leans, ...
I had tramped along through dockland till the day was all but spent,But for all the ships I there did ...
Ow! Wow! Wow!(Funeral note sustained by flutes, suggesting a long-bodied, short-legged, large-headed dog in anguish.)Ow! Wow!We are the people who ...
1O you Berlin, you colorful stone, you beast.You cast me with street lamps like briars.Ah, when one flows in the ...
If you in the village think that my work was a good one,Who closed the saloons and stopped all playing ...
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away ...
In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody. Nobody is asleep. The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl ...
In the moonless, misty night, with my little pipe alight, I am sitting by the camp-fire's fading cheer; Oh, the ...
This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain: "Send not your foolish and feeble; send ...
A MAN was crucified. He came to the city a stranger, was accused, and nailed to a cross. He lingered ...
BABY vamps, is it harder work than it used to be? Are the new soda parlors worse than the old ...
TOMB of a millionaire, A multi-millionaire, ladies and gentlemen, Place of the dead where they spend every year The usury ...
I staggered on through darkness, There was a hazy sky, a few stars Which I followed as best I could. ...
The Prohibitionists made me Town Marshal When the saloons were voted out, Because when I was a drinking man, Before ...
You never marveled, dullards of Spoon River, When Chase Henry voted against the saloons To revenge himself for being shut ...
How did you feel, you libertarians, Who spent your talents rallying noble reasons Around the saloon, as if Liberty Was ...
If you in the village think that my work was a good one, Who closed the saloons and stopped all ...
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