Song of the Dardanelles (Henry Lawson Poems)
The Wireless tells and the cable tellsHow our boys behaved by the Dardanelles.Some thought in their hearts "Will our boys ...
The Wireless tells and the cable tellsHow our boys behaved by the Dardanelles.Some thought in their hearts "Will our boys ...
Bill and Jim are mates no longer-they would scorn the name of mate-Those two bushmen hate each other with a ...
Good-bye to Dirty Kate's saloon —Walk 'er round!As we slither past the last sand dune —Walk 'er round!We're outward bound!Good-bye ...
Good Mr. Stitch, if 'tis your pleasure,To come and take of me the measure:I will confess the obligation,And cringe unto ...
A thin cypress scrapes the sky,And the hot day's perfumePours itself on the landscape's wounds.Delicate needles pierce the heart;Fainting she ...
The hoe scrapes earth as fine in grain as sand,I like the swirl of it and the swing in the ...
To every class we have a School assign'd,Rules for all ranks and food for every mind:Yet one there is, that ...
Again th' Almighty mounts his lofty Throne, And on his Right Hand sate th' Eternal Son. The Royal Writs were ...
THE VANITIE OF THE VVORLD. The Abnegation.ARGUMENT. What's potent Opulencie? What's remiss Voluptuousness? World, what's All This, To That the ...
(THE GRAVEYARD OF SPOON RIVER. TWO VOICES ARE HEARD BEHIND A SCREEN DECORATED WITH DIABOLICAL AND ANGELIC FIGURES IN VARIOUS ...
WAINIOINEN'S RESCUE.Wainamoinen, old and truthful,Swam through all the deep-sea waters,Floating like a branch of aspen,Like a withered twig of willow;Swam ...
Master only left old MistusOne bright and handsome boy;But she fairly doted on him,He was her pride and joy.We all ...
Who is it lives to the full every minute,Gets all the joy and the fun that is in it?Tough as ...
There is a bird that hangs head-down and cries Between the mango leaves and passion vines. Below, a spotted serpent ...
We sat in the belly of the aeroplane and held out for sirens to swerve across the grass; men with ...
Twelve trips to the doctor, a number of cuts, scrapes, gashes marked that summer of accidents and mishaps of youthful ...
The cliff sprang from the sea at end of Hostel Beach, if the tide was out you'd reach a tiny ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast, yet here ...
THE WIND stops, the wind begins. The wind says stop, begin. A sea shovel scrapes the sand floor. The shovel ...
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