With Dickens (Henry Lawson Poems)
In Windsor Terrace, number four, I've taken my abode-A little crescent from the street, A bight from City Road;And, hard up and ...
In Windsor Terrace, number four, I've taken my abode-A little crescent from the street, A bight from City Road;And, hard up and ...
Been out in the lifeboat often? Ay, ay, sir, oft enough.When it's rougher than this? Lor' bless you! this ain't ...
THE INDIAN CAMP.OUT from the Northern forest, dim and vast;Out from the mysteryOf yet more shadowy times, a pathless past,Untracked ...
S. H.With beams December planets dartHis cold eye truth and conduct scanned,July was in his sunny heart,October in his liberal ...
There is a garden where the seeded stems of thin long grass are bowedBeneath July's slow rains and heat and ...
THERE once was a pirate, greedy and bold,Who ravaged for gain, and saved the spoils;Till his coffers were bursting with ...
OVER the steep cloud-cragsThe marching Day went down —Bickering spears and flags,Slant in a wind of Doom!Blear in the huddled ...
Night slinks from ditches,flows among the grass,tops up the fields,then draws the sky over my cage.Now lights rule,signalling words (house),phrases ...
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gapLeft by the Holy Quest; and as he satIn hall at old ...
And—'Yonder look! yoho! yoho! Nancy is off!' the farmer cried, Advancing by the river side, Red-kerchieft and brown-coated;—'So, My girl, ...
——— and their voice, Turning again towards childish treble, pipes And whistles in its sound. ———The Muses are turned gossips; ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towersThe golden lights go out . . .The yellow windows darken, the shades ...
In dreams the same bad dream goes on. Like some gigantic German toy the house has been rebuilt upon its ...
Half-lost in film of faintest lawn,A single star in armour whiteUpon the dreamy heights of dawnGuards dim frontier of the ...
All in the slime of the stagnant Arm, the mouldering slips beside,Where dark as sin slinks out and in the ...
Promotion comes to him who sticksUnto his work and never kicks,Who watches neither clock nor sunTo tell him when his ...
Hear now the Song of the Dead -- in the North by the torn berg-edges -- They that look still ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat In hall ...
In his malodorous brain what slugs and mire, Lanthorned in his oblique eyes, guttering burned! His body lodged a rat ...
Eighty-one degrees a record high for the day which is not my birthday but will do until the eleventh of ...
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