The God-Forgotte (Henry Lawson Poems)
PAT M'DURMER brought the tidings to the town of God-Forgotten : 'There are lively days before ye-commin Parlymint's dissolved!'And the boys ...
PAT M'DURMER brought the tidings to the town of God-Forgotten : 'There are lively days before ye-commin Parlymint's dissolved!'And the boys ...
On the storm-cloven Cape The bitter waves roll, With the bergs of the Pole,And the darks and the damps of the Northern ...
Now Mr. Boomer Johnson was a gettin' old in spots,But you don't expect a bad man to go wrastlin' pans ...
We were schooner-rigged and rakish, with a long and lissome hull,And we flew the pretty colours of the cross-bones and ...
Give it only time enough, Every thing shall find its place; Every creature wins its race, Though the course be rough.All is not ...
. Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the ...
(THE GRAVEYARD OF SPOON RIVER. TWO VOICES ARE HEARD BEHIND A SCREEN DECORATED WITH DIABOLICAL AND ANGELIC FIGURES IN VARIOUS ...
(A CHEMICAL NARRATIVE)Certain facts which serve to explainThe physical charms of Miss Addie De Laine,Who, as the common reports obtain,Surpassed ...
You see this Tea, no milk or sugar in it,Like peat-born water's brown translucency,Where deep and still it lingers through ...
Have I had this coffee shop long, Sir, dishing out coffee and tea?Ever since Big Ben was a wrist watch ...
He has learnt the ways of the ships at seaIn most of the sorts of ships there be, —In most ...
The ships that trade foreign, to London they bearTheir cargoes unnumbered both common and rare,Their bales and their gunny-sacks, tea-chests ...
Stunned by the world, I reached an agewhen I threw punches at air and cried to myself.Listening to the speech ...
The bells of waiting Advent ring, The Tortoise stove is lit again And lamp-oil light across the night Has caught ...
When the molten earth seethed in its whirling cauldron nobody watched the pot from a tall wooden stool set out ...
Our hired girl, she's 'Lizabuth Ann; An' she can cook best things to eat! She ist puts dough in our ...
All that I owe the fellows of the grave And all the dead bequeathed from pale estates Lies in the ...
Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the birth The ...
OH, Prue she has a patient man, And Joan a gentle lover, And Agatha's Arth' is a hug-the-hearth, But my ...
We were schooner-rigged and rakish, with a long and lissome hull, And we flew the pretty colours of the crossbones ...
There was a time when in late afternoon The four-o'clocks would fold up at day's close Pink-white in prayer, and ...
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