The Cab Lamps (Henry Lawson Poems)
THE CRESCENT MOON and clock tower are fair above the wallAcross the smothered lanes of 'Loo, the stifled vice and ...
THE CRESCENT MOON and clock tower are fair above the wallAcross the smothered lanes of 'Loo, the stifled vice and ...
When you get tight in foreign lands You never need go slinking,No female neighbours lift their hands And say "The brute!-he's drinking!"No ...
As he knelt by the grave of his mother and fatherthe taste of dill, or tarragon-he could barely tell one ...
What path is left for you to tread When hunger-wolves are slinking near-- Do you not know the West is dead? The "blanket-stiff" ...
IIn the pale mauve twilight, streaked with orange, Exquisitely sweet,— She leaned upon her balcony and looked across the street; ...
I AM a weakling. God, who made The still, strong man, made also me. The God who ...
It had five chimneys, had that Inn, (As every man has senses five, The while upon earth he bides alive) ...
'Tis a song of the Never Never land- Set to the tune of a scorching gale On the sandhills red, ...
There goes the Winter, sulkily slinkingSomewhere behind the trees on the hill.He caught a vision of sweet Spring prinkingIn green ...
Superlatively sonorousLike a saxophone full of brass tacks and coffin-nails;Reverberantly rhythmical and rhythmically reverberantLike the quobbing of a foetus five ...
The press of the Spoon River Clarion was wrecked,And I was tarred and feathered,For publishing this on the day the ...
The strength of twice three thousand horse That seeks the single goal; The line that holds the rending course, The ...
(for matt - 15) in the first seven years you choose your howdah having by then bare inklings of a ...
As cats bring their smiling mouse-kills and hypnotised birds, slinking home under the light of a summer's morning to offer ...
(He speaks.) Walking, walking, oh, the joy of walking! Swinging down the tawny lanes with head held high; Striding up ...
Only a Leather Medal, hanging there on the wall, Dingy and frayed and faded, dusty and worn and old; Yet ...
This was the way of it, don't you know -- Ryan was "wanted" for stealing sheep, And never a trooper, ...
Out where the grey streams glide, Sullen and deep and slow, And the alligators slide From the mud to the ...
The press of the Spoon River Clarion was wrecked, And I was tarred and feathered, For publishing this on the ...
The acrid scents of autumn, Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear Everything, tear-trembling stars of autumn And the snore ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
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