Sydney-Side (Henry Lawson Poems)
Where's the steward?-Bar-room steward? Berth? Oh, any berth will do-I have left a three-pound billet just to come along with ...
Where's the steward?-Bar-room steward? Berth? Oh, any berth will do-I have left a three-pound billet just to come along with ...
We were schooner-rigged and rakish, with a long and lissome hull,And we flew the pretty colours of the cross-bones and ...
Down the coast of LabradorRode the storm-wind conqueror:In his train the surges roared,From black clouds the torrents poured.Miles on miles ...
No need, O weary traveller,To seek the ocean far;For here, whene'er the coast is clear,The schooners cross the bar. (John ...
Sing muse! of Saville and the direful dayWhen beauty fell, to ruthless hands a prey;And life a sacrifice to savage ...
Between the Road and the HarborIt is a little graveyard in a small island village, and it liesbetween the blue ...
The ships that trade foreign, to London they bearTheir cargoes unnumbered both common and rare,Their bales and their gunny-sacks, tea-chests ...
I wandered up and down the quay to-day,And yesterday, and many days before,In and out, aboard the ships I've found ...
Since I'm held in his hospital up, Mine poor back full mit shrapnel und lead Ven I ...
"A great while ago there was a schoolboy who lived in a cottage by the sea,And the very first thing ...
Nigh the mouldering staitheWhere the lads came to bathe,And the tidal river as it passesLicks with salty lipsThe wiry grassesWhere ...
Outgoing: the Ooonah for Burnie.... How often the radio spoke;Till the stout little ship and her journey Grew into a ...
WE stood among the boats and nets; We saw the swift clouds fall, We watched the schooners scamper in Before ...
R. B. VAUGHN speaks: "After so many years of pursuing the ideal I came home. But I had caught sight ...
Away by the lands of the Japanee Where the paper lanterns glow And the crews of all the shipping drink ...
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
1 FLOOD-TIDE below me! I watch you face to face; Clouds of the west! sun there half an hour high! ...
We were schooner-rigged and rakish, with a long and lissome hull, And we flew the pretty colours of the crossbones ...
Far down, down through the city's great, gaunt gut, The gray train rushing bears the weary wind; In the packed ...
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