Queen Hilda of Virland (Henry Lawson Poem)
PART I Queen Hilda rode along the lines, And she was young and fair; And forward on her shoulders fell ...
PART I Queen Hilda rode along the lines, And she was young and fair; And forward on her shoulders fell ...
Man, is the Sea your master? Sea, and is man your slave? - This is the song of brave men ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
NOT in scorn do I reprove thee, Not in pride thy vows I waive, But, believe, I could not love ...
Proem. 1.1 Although great Queen, thou now in silence lie, 1.2 Yet thy loud Herald Fame, doth to the sky ...
AULD chuckie Reekie's 1 sair distrest, Down droops her ance weel burnish'd crest, Nae joy her bonie buskit nest Can ...
ORTHODOX! orthodox, who believe in John Knox, Let me sound an alarm to your conscience: A heretic blast has been ...
To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the ...
EXULT MY MUSE! exult to see Each envious, waspish, jealous thing, Around its harmless venom fling, And dart its powerless ...
Fear no more the heat o' the sun; Nor the furious winter's rages, Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home ...
FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home ...
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou know'st ...
That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of ...
In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name; But now ...
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art, As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel; For well thou know'st ...
'Twas in a little western town An ancient Maiden dwelt: Her name was MISS, or MISTRESS, Brown, Or DEBORAH, or ...
EXULTING BEAUTY,phantom of an hour, Whose magic spells enchain the heart, Ah ! what avails thy fascinating pow'r, Thy thrilling ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
Dear Goddess of Corn, whom the ancients we know, (Among other odd whims of those comical bodies,) Adorn'd with somniferous ...
Through grief and through danger thy smile hath cheer'd my way, Till hope seem'd to bud from each thorn that ...
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