The March of Ivan (Henry Lawson Poems)
Are you coming, Ivan, coming?-Ah, the ways are long and slow,In the vast land that we know not-and we never ...
Are you coming, Ivan, coming?-Ah, the ways are long and slow,In the vast land that we know not-and we never ...
How well do I remember Of a burial in the snow,On a winter's evening Some fifteen years ago;The ground was covered over With ...
In the far-off Polar seas,Far beyond the Hebrides,Where the icebergs, towering high,Seem to pierce the wintry sky,And the fur-clad EsquimauxGlides ...
Jes' a little bit o' feller--I remember still--Ust to almost cry fer Christmas, like a youngster will.Fourth o' July's nothin' ...
'Tis merry to hear, at evening time,By the blazing hearth the sleigh-bells chime;To know the bounding steeds bring nearThe loved ...
O, it's Christmas Eve, and moonlight, and the Christmas air is chill,And the frosty Christmas holly shines and sparkles on ...
The soldiers lie upon the snow,That no longer gyrates under the spinning lightsNight juggles in her fat black hands.They will ...
Oh! waves in the sunlight gleaming,Oh! billows with ceaseless roar,Bring back to this aching heart of mine,The laddie you bore ...
O palace of marvellous beauty and light,Like a shrine of enchantment thou art to the sight,As sparkling with pride 'neath ...
There is a quiet gentleman a-motoring in France(Oh, don't you hear the honking of a British motor-car?)-Like any quiet gentleman ...
OH, who would be sad tho' the sky be a-graying,And meadow and woodlands are empty and bare;For softly and merrily ...
The little Man, and tiny Maid,Who love the Fairies in the glade,Who see them in the tangled grassThe Gnomes and ...
Old Winter's joys are many; keen and bracing is his air,Tracing forms of grace and beauty on the window-pane;Yet when ...
Hark! I hear the sound of singing,And of sleigh-bells, gaily ringing,And the sound of steeds fast springing,Fleeting o'er the frozen ...
The soft blue touch of turquoise, crystal clear,Curves o'er white hills and rivers' frozen flow,Draped in a virgin robe of ...
By June our brook's run out of song and speed. Sought for much after that, it will be found Either ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
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