The Ghost (Henry Lawson Poem)
Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide, Came a ghost, and for a moment walked ...
Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide, Came a ghost, and for a moment walked ...
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
THE TURN Brave infant of Saguntum, clear Thy coming forth in that great year, When the prodigious Hannibal did crown ...
Beyond M?gdalen and by the Bridge, on a place called there the Plain, In Summer, in a burst of summertime ...
Part One The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles ...
Often in this life of ours we resemble, in our failure to meet, the Shen and Shang constellations, one of ...
September's Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets -- Crows -- and Retrospects And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry ...
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat In hall ...
On almost the incendiary eve Of several near deaths, When one at the great least of your best loved And ...
I. Gone, O gentle heart and true, Friend of hopes foregone, Hopes and hopeful days with you Gone? Days of ...
Laura! a sunrise seems to break Where'er thy happy looks may glow. Joy sheds its roses o'er thy cheek, Thy ...
Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces, The night we wandered off under the third moon's rays And, ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
Smith, great writer of stories, drank; found it immortalized his pen; Fused in his brain-pan, else a blank, heavens of ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
The happiest day- the happiest hour My sear'd and blighted heart hath known, The highest hope of pride and power, ...
Heark how the Mower Damon Sung, With love of Juliana stung! While ev'ry thing did seem to paint The Scene ...
A big bud of moon hangs out of the twilight, Star-spiders spinning their thread Hang high suspended, withouten respite Watching ...
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