The Ballad of the Rousabout (Henry Lawson Poems)
A Rouseabout of rouseabouts, from any land-or none-I bear a nick-name of the bush, and I'm-a woman's son;I came from ...
A Rouseabout of rouseabouts, from any land-or none-I bear a nick-name of the bush, and I'm-a woman's son;I came from ...
OH, for the fire that used to glow In those my days of old!I never thought a man could grow So callous ...
Once more he tried, before he slept,to rule his ranks of words. They brokefrom his planned choir, lolled, slouched and ...
Dear friends, let me to you relate A plan that I begot of yore,A plan to conquer, extirpate Slaveholding now ...
Almightie Lord, who from thy glorious throneSeest and rulest all things ev'n as one:The smallest ant or atome knows thy ...
Little Boy Blue lost his way in a wood—Sing apples and cherries, roses and honey:He said, "I would not go ...
Thus it happened .... Let me mention, lest I raise an unsought quarrel, This occurred in times long vanished, in ...
It was down across the BrazosThat we rounded up to start,With about five thousand cattleFor the busy Kansas mart;There were ...
O hapless day! O wretched day! I hoped you'd pass me by—Alas, the years have sneaked away And all is ...
I walked out with an alderman, all on a bright spring day.He was an august alderman, and much had he ...
Once have we bashed him on the head; Twice have we stabbed him deep;Thrice have we left him there for ...
O hapless day! O wretched day! I hoped you'd pass me by-- Alas, the years have sneaked away And all ...
An apple arc'd toward Kleitos; whose great King wroth & of wine did study where his sword, sneaked away, might ...
At dusk I saw a craintive mouse That sneaked and stole around the house; At first I took it for ...
I'm gatherin' flowers by the wayside to lay on the grave of Bill; I've sneaked away from the billet, 'cause ...
'Twas in the grave-yard's gruesome gloom That May and I were mated; We sneaked inside and on a tomb Our ...
There were two brothers, John and James, And when the town went up in flames, To save the house of ...
He's yonder, on the terrace of the Cafe de la Paix, The little wizened Spanish man, I see him every ...
POLAND, France, Judea ran in her veins, Singing to Paris for bread, singing to Gotham in a fizz at the ...
Doc Meyers said I had satyriasis, And Doc Hill called it leucaemia -- But I know what brought me here: ...
After the kill, there is the feast. And toward the end, when the dancing subsides and the young have sneaked ...
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