When You’re Bad in Your Inside (Henry Lawson Poems)
I REMARKED that man is saddest, and his heart is filled with woe,When he hasn't any money, and his pants ...
I REMARKED that man is saddest, and his heart is filled with woe,When he hasn't any money, and his pants ...
Sublime beverage, supreme tipple,The slick nectar (but the Haig's slicker!)Which gods drew from a divine nippleAnd thick nights became a ...
A crackling fire. Light, heat in the felucca.Pikes in the water. Pearl-white sand below.The trident now! You'll get one if ...
Februarie: ?gloga Secunda. CVDDIE & THENOT.CVDDIE.AH for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage, These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage? The keene ...
September: ?gloga Nona. Hobbinol & Diggon Dauie.Hobbinol.Diggon Dauie, I bidde her god day: Or Diggon her is, or I missaye. ...
May: AEgloga Quinta. Palinode & Piers. Palinode.IS not thilke the mery moneth of May, When loue lads masken in fresh ...
July: ?gloga Septima. Thomalin & Morrell.Thomalin.IS not thilke same a goteheard prowde, that sittes on yonder bancke, Whose straying heard ...
August: ?gloga Octaua. Willye. Perigot. Cuddie.Willye.Ell me Perigot, what shalbe the game, Wherefore with myne thou dare thy musick matche? ...
March: ?gloga Tertia. Willye & Thomalin.Willye.THomalin, why sytten we soe, As weren ouerwent with woe, Vpon so fayre a morow? ...
HE.See the smoke-wreaths how they curl so lightly skywardFrom the ivied cottage nestled in the trees:Such a lovely spot-I really ...
My Master Bukton, when of Christ our KingWas asked, What is truth or soothfastness?He not a word answer'd to that ...
443I tie my Hat - I crease my Shawl -Life's little duties do - precisely -As the very leastWere infinite ...
Oh, England! Sick in head and sick in heart, Sick in whole and every part: And yet sicker ...
I THAT in heill was and gladness Am trublit now with great sickness And feblit with infirmitie:-- Timor Mortis conturbat ...
I tie my Hat -- I crease my Shawl -- Life's little duties do -- precisely -- As the very ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
MY honor'd Colonel, deep I feel Your interest in the Poet's weal; Ah! now sma' heart hae I to speel ...
O GOWDIE, terror o' the whigs, Dread o' blackcoats and rev'rend wigs! Sour Bigotry, on her last legs, Girns an' ...
ORTHODOX! orthodox, who believe in John Knox, Let me sound an alarm to your conscience: A heretic blast has been ...
SOME books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers they hae been ...
APRILL: Ægloga QuartaTHENOT & HOBBINOLL Tell me good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete? What? hath some Wolfe thy tender Lambes ...
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