Pigeon Toes (Henry Lawson Poems)
A dusty clearing in the scrubs Of barren, western lands-Where, out of sight, or sign of hope The wretched school-house stands;A roof ...
A dusty clearing in the scrubs Of barren, western lands-Where, out of sight, or sign of hope The wretched school-house stands;A roof ...
"Phoebe! Phoebe! Where is the chit? When I want her most she's out of the way.Child, you're running a long account Up, ...
I SAT alone at my window,While the pattering raindrops broughtAlong with their music upon the roof,A lengthy train of thought.I ...
The spring sun flashes a rapier thrust Through the dingy school-house pane,A shining scimitar, free from rust,That cuts the cloud of ...
Still sits the school-house by the road,A ragged beggar sleeping;Around it still the sumachs grow,And blackberry-vines are creeping.Within, the master's ...
THE PRIMRWOSE in the shade do blow,The cowslip in the zun,The thyme upon the down do grow,The clote where streams ...
THE South-land boasts its teeming cane,The prairied West its heavy grain,And sunset's radiant gates unfoldOn rising marts and sands of ...
We were boys together,And never can forgetThe school-house near the heather,In childhood where we met;The humble home to memory dear,Its ...
Like a thousan' birds o' brightness from the isles o' summer seas, Rickollections, full o' gladness, come with songs and ...
The shepherd-king of Judah's olden days,Waked his sweet harp to sing Jehovah's praise,Then this his theme was in his happy ...
The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its wayEz if it waited for a child to jine it in ...
Ah! often when coming from labour, When I hear the children play,There rises within me a vision Of the school-house ...
At four o'clock in late OctoberI sat alone in the country school-houseBack from the road 'mid stricken fields,And an eddy ...
The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its way Ez if it waited for a child to jine it ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
Only a Leather Medal, hanging there on the wall, Dingy and frayed and faded, dusty and worn and old; Yet ...
It's mighty lonesome-like and drear. Above the Wild the moon rides high, And shows up sharp and needle-clear The emptiness ...
Father, thou canst never know The anguish that smote my heart For my disobedience, the moment I felt The remorseless ...
At four o'clock in late October I sat alone in the country school-house Back from the road 'mid stricken fields, ...
I Reg wished me to go with him to the field, I paused because I did not want to go; ...
Dürer would have seen a reason for living in a town like this, with eight stranded whales to look at; ...
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