Here Died (Henry Lawson Poem)
There's many a schoolboy's bat and ball that are gathering dust at home, For he hears a voice in the ...
There's many a schoolboy's bat and ball that are gathering dust at home, For he hears a voice in the ...
In broad daylight, and at noon, Yesterday I saw the moon Sailing high, but faint and white, As a schoolboy's ...
When I was young in school in Switzerland, about the time of the Boer War, We used to take it ...
You can see it already: chalks and ochers; Country crossed with a thousand furrow-lines; Ground-level rooftops hidden by the shrubbery; ...
Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses -- Tenderly tucking them in from frost Before their feet ...
This heart that broke so long -- These feet that never flagged -- This faith that watched for star in ...
Freedom, as every schoolboy knows, Once shrieked as Kosciusko fell; On every wind, indeed, that blows I hear her yell. ...
Chloe, In verse by your command I write. Shortly you'll bid me ride astride, and fight: These talents better with ...
Everyone who made love the night before was walking around with flashing red lights on top of their heads-a white-haired ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
Who's she, that one in your arms? She's the one I carried my bones to and built a house that ...
The night still frightens you. You know it is interminable And of vast, unimaginable dimensions. "That's because His insomnia is ...
Nothing is given which is not taken. Little or nothing is taken which is not freely desired, freely, truly and ...
The sky is like an envelope, One of those blue official things; And, sealing it, to mock our hope, The ...
All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, ...
(After Pushkin) Look at the bare wood hand-waxed floor and long White dressing-gown, the good child's writing-desk And passionate cold ...
Awake, of Muse, the echoes of a day Long past, the ghosts of mem'ries manifold -- Youth's memories that once ...
It is common knowledge to every schoolboy and even every Bachelor of Arts, That all sin is divided into two ...
There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night -- Ten to make and the match to win -- A bumping ...
Richard Pigott, the forger, was a very bad man, And to gainsay it there's nobody can, Because for fifty years ...
So you think its Stephen? Then I'd best make sure Be on the safe side as it were. Ah, theres ...
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