The Orgy Of Thor (Abner Cosens Poems)
The war god calls, whate'er befalls His orders must be filled, Though work may stop in mine ...
The war god calls, whate'er befalls His orders must be filled, Though work may stop in mine ...
'Twas in the long ago,'Twas in the age of woodsOf Young America,That moving, rattling, slowTowards the Western plain,A single settler's ...
The prairie cleft by skirmish lines of fence- High-headed longhorns bound for pastures new- Torn denim fluttering and profane dispraise- ...
Spring surely must be near. High over head The kind blue heavens bend to timbers tall;And here, this morning, is ...
I'll sing to you a fine new song, made by my blessed mate,Of a fine Australian squatter who had a ...
The talk of young Australia, upon each settler's station,Is the evil of this mighty rush, the Chinese emigration;Ships from Canton, ...
Our money's all spent, to the deuce it went! The landlord, he looks glum;On the tap-room wall, in ...
I was convicted by the lawsOf England's hostile crown,Conveyed across those swelling seasIn slavery's fetters bound.For ever banished from that ...
Times, they say, must change, and folks must change with 'em too:That's how it is in the West, now the ...
"In Westertown a statue rules the square,The settler as the sculptor visioned him.Nor slender, nor yet massive; sinewy,Bearded, erect, broad ...
564My period had come for Prayer-No other Art-would do-My Tactics missed a rudiment-Creator-Was it you?God grows above-so those who prayHorizons-must ...
A cloud of dust on the long white road, And the teams go creeping on Inch by inch with the ...
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The "Undiscovered Continent" -- No Settler had the Mind. (Emily Dickinson)
My period had come for Prayer -- No other Art -- would do -- My Tactics missed a rudiment -- ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
How strange to greet, this frosty morn, In graceful counterfeit of flower, These children of the meadows, born Of sunshine ...
'The man who brought the railway through -- our friend the engineer.' They cheer his pluck and enterprise and engineering ...
The Honourable M. T. Nutt About the bush did jog. Till, passing by a settler's hut, He stopped and bought ...
'The man who brought the railway through -- our friend the engineer.' They cheer his pluck and enterprise and engineering ...
It chanced out back at the Christmas time, When the wheat was ripe and tall, A stranger rode to the ...
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