The Port O’Call (Henry Lawson Poems)
Our hull is seldom painted, Our decks are seldom stoned;Our sails are patched and cobbled And chains by rust marooned.Our rigging is ...
Our hull is seldom painted, Our decks are seldom stoned;Our sails are patched and cobbled And chains by rust marooned.Our rigging is ...
North and west along the coast among the misty islands, Sullen in the grip of night and smiling in the ...
What a lot ov advice ther is wasted;-- What praichin is all thrown away;--Young fowk lang for pleasures untasted, An its little ...
OH, the strength of the toil of those twenty years, with father, and master, and men!And the clearer brain of ...
At suburban railway stations—-you may see them as you pass—-there are signboards on the platform saying "Wait here second class,"And ...
UP a dark and fetid alley, where the offal and the slimeOf a brave and blusterous city met its misery ...
We rovers bold, To the land of Gold,Over the bowling billows are gliding: Eager to toil, For the golden spoil,And every hardship biding. See! ...
BOOK IV.So did that youth choose Duty before Love:And so determination drove awayThe doubts that held him with ungainly checkWavering—for ...
Madge Linsey at the well raised the deep waters, Brimmed her brass bucket full, went from her place. Loose hung ...
It was n't kid stakes. I 'ad no crook lurk To act deceivin', or to treat 'er mean.I'm old enough ...
Somehow I never liked you, John, your ways were crude Your smile was pharisaical, your manners rude; Although you prospered ...
A city clerk was Henry Brown,Whose suburb knew nor tram nor train;And ev'ry morn he walked to town. From nine ...
I do not need the skies' Pomp, when I would be wise; For pleasaunce nor to use Heaven's champaign ...
They say my boy is bad, she said to me, A tired old woman, thin and very frail."They caught him ...
Yea, art thou lord, O Man, since Tubal Cain Brought me into being, white and torn with pain-- Wrung me, ...
Luck had a favor to bestowAnd wondered where to let it go."No lazy man on earth," said she,"Shall get this ...
At least it wasn't your fault I hear them console When they come back, the few that will come back. ...
Beauty? To you she comes in whiteFeminine word, soft word and phrase;Pastel tint in her rhythm plays,And her tread is ...
By Lawson's Hill, near Mudgee, On old Eurunderee - The place they called "New Pipeclay", Where the diggers used to ...
The humble garret where I dwell Is in that Quarter called the Latin; It isn't spacious -- truth to tell, ...
Another armored animal--scale lapping scale with spruce-cone regularity until they form the uninterrupted central tail-row! This near artichoke with head ...
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