The Captain of the Push (Henry Lawson Poem)
As the night was falling slowly down on city, town and bush, From a slum in Jones's Alley sloped the ...
As the night was falling slowly down on city, town and bush, From a slum in Jones's Alley sloped the ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
PRELUDE. Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene, ...
Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene. Where, ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Behold the rocky wall That down its sloping sides Pours the swift rain-drops, blending, as they fall, In rushing river-tides! ...
WHERE the pheasant roosts at night, Lonely, drowsy, out of sight, Where the evening breezes sigh Solitary, there stray I. ...
Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To serve occasions of ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea, Where royal cities stately stand; But sweeter flows the Nith to me, Where ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
Yet, my pretty sportive friend, Little is't to such an end That I praise thy rareness! Other dogs may be ...
Deep in the sloping forest that surrounds The head of a green valley that I know, Spread the fair gardens ...
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
Oh ye whose hearts are resonant, and ring to War's romance, Hear ye the story of a boy, a peasant ...
Having an aged hate of height I forced myself to climb the Tower, Yet paused at every second flight Because ...
I NOW, O friend, whom noiselessly the snows Settle around, and whose small chamber grows Dusk as the sloping window ...
All ye lovers of the picturesque, away To beautiful Torquay and spend a holiday 'Tis health for invalids for to ...
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