The Never-Never Country (Henry Lawson Poem)
By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed, By railroad, coach, and track -- By lonely graves of our brave dead, Up-Country and ...
By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed, By railroad, coach, and track -- By lonely graves of our brave dead, Up-Country and ...
I long for the streets but the Lord knoweth best, For there I am never a saint; There are lovable ...
The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought, The cheque was spent that the ...
There's many a schoolboy's bat and ball that are gathering dust at home, For he hears a voice in the ...
He'd been for years in Sydney "a-acting of the goat", His name was Joseph Swallow, "the Great Australian Pote", In ...
I scrub the long floorboards in the kitchen, repeating the motions of other women who have lived in this house. ...
The word I spoke in anger weighs less than a parsley seed, but a road runs through it that leads ...
More than a hundred years ago, in a great battle fought near Delhi, an Indian Prince rode fifty miles after ...
This ballad appears to refer to one of the exploits of the notorious Paul Jones, the American pirate. It is ...
(Soudan Expeditionary Force) We've fought with many men acrost the seas, An' some of 'em was brave an' some was ...
Now, moving in, cartons on the floor, the radio playing to bare walls, picture hooks left stranded in the unsoiled ...
We pace each other for a long time. I packed my anger with the beef jerky. You are the baby ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
I worked for a woman, She wasn't mean-- But she had a twelve-room House to clean. Had to get breakfast, ...
Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more, and lay me in the shade. Old man, you've had your work ...
I came with the rising sun and I've brought nothing but two eyes, all I have, simply two eyes, for ...
Spring Up, up you go, you must be introduced. You must learn belonging to (no-one) Drenched in the white veil ...
Homage Kenneth Koch If I were doing my Laundry I'd wash my dirty Iran I'd throw in my United States, ...
The snap of the branches underfoot watching where I walk the path refracting the light the mica reflecting the sun ...
Up above the treeline the moles, the scrub, the forest lichen on the rocks adding color to the gray The ...
climb above the tree line up above the dry scrub brush see the lichen, moss January 13, 2008 (Raymond A. ...
climb above the tree line up above the dry scrub brush lichen, moss; vista January 13, 2008 (Raymond A. Foss)
Algae, moss and lichen Up above the trees Granite, quartz and mica Cleared by the breeze Running down the spine ...
Steam rose Over the ribbon threaded Through the frozen marsh This waking Frost encrusted the Silent cattails, Highlighted the skin ...
Out back, behind the yard in the brush and scrub at the edge a world unfolds for those willing to ...
All day long they come and go-- Pittypat and Tippytoe; Footprints up and down the hall, Playthings scattered on the ...
Clean your glory glasses, scrub the lenses clean and see the puissant morons stare; garbed in common guises far from ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
Many setups. At least as many falls. Winter is paralyzing the country, but not here. Here, the boys are impersonating ...
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