From The Wreck (Adam Lindsay Gordon Poems)
Turn out, boys! — "What's up with our super. to-night? The man's mad — Two hours to daybreak I'd swear ...
Turn out, boys! — "What's up with our super. to-night? The man's mad — Two hours to daybreak I'd swear ...
Babs Malone Now the squatters and the cockies, Shearers, trainers, and their jockeys Had gathered them together for a meeting ...
A Lay of the Loamshire Hunt Cup"Aye, squire," said Stevens, "they back him at evens; The race is all over, ...
WITH silent step behold her steal Over those envious clouds that hidTill now her face, then stand-a seal ...
I will think as thinks the rabbit:—Oh, delightIn the nightWhen the moonSets the tuneTo the woods!And the broodsAll run out,Frisk ...
The gate was thrown open, I rode out alone,More proud than a monarch who sits on a throne.I am but ...
I know it all . . . I know.For I am God. I am Jehovah, HeWho made you what you ...
Bellow, bull, bellow!Low thy dark soundLike a moan,Call to thine own!Stand with thy head on the fence,And bellow, bull, bellow!What ...
Some likes pictures o' women, said Bill, "an' some like 'orses best,"As he fitted a pair of fancy shackles on ...
I cannot hide from thee how much I fearThe whispers breathed by flatterers in thine earAgainst my faith: — but ...
(After reading the letters of Julius and Ether Rosenberg) I longed for your lips, dreamed of their roses: I was ...
Inspired by the letters of Ethel and Julius RosenbergWishing for the roses of your lipswe offered ourselves to a gallows' ...
FROM THE NOVEL OF CELESTINA. THE PILGRIM. FAULTERING and sad the unhappy pilgrim roves,Who, on the eve of bleak December's ...
as the landscape falls away the hawthorn in its gnarly fashion is content to stand alone berries (the very tint ...
By his touch he was raised by his mercy her tears stopped her sadness turned to joy June 8, 2010, ...
One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There's only one recorded, But both belong to ...
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried ...
I remember Galileo describing the mind as a piece of paper blown around by the wind, and I loved the ...
The man Flammonde, from God knows where, With firm address and foreign air With news of nations in his talk ...
The lemon sunlight poured out far between things inhabits a coolness. Mosquitoes have subsided, flies are for later heat. Every ...
I was the Sunday school superintendent, The dummy president of the wagon works And the canning factory, Acting for Thomas ...
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