When Your Pants Begin to Go (Henry Lawson Poem)
When you wear a cloudy collar and a shirt that isn't white, And you cannot sleep for thinking how you'll ...
When you wear a cloudy collar and a shirt that isn't white, And you cannot sleep for thinking how you'll ...
For Elizabeth Bishop Nautilus Island's hermit heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage; her sheep still graze above ...
People who live by the sea understand eternity. They copy the curves of the waves, their hearts beat with the ...
The spirit killeth, but the letter giveth life. The week is dealt out like a hand That children pick up ...
[Goethe describes this much-admired Poem, which he wrote in honour of his love Lily, as being "designed to change his ...
Many new a week ago presents of Christmas the soles of the congregation coming to the rail kneeling before you ...
Maybe it is the memories the change of pace that brings us there our sense of vacation maybe the smell ...
Dry in the forest before the first snowfall the leaves of autumn heavy on the ground The barrenness of November ...
A foggy day on the ocean, my feet in the warm surf, feeling the water lapping, the movement of the ...
Give me, oh God a pliable heart, a meek, humble heart ever ready for your hands, the hands of the ...
He walked the streets of the old mill town long past the heyday of his life heavy soles on his ...
Maybe it is the memories the change of pace that brings us there the sense of vacation maybe the smell ...
I THE WINTER evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. ...
Welcome, grinned Henry, welcome, fifty-one! I never cared for fifty, when nothing got done. The hospitals were fun in certain ...
alas our good kaspar is dead. who will bury a burning flag in the wings of the clouds who will ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Now is the law of the Overland that all in the West obey -- A man must cover with travelling ...
Nobody rests This one constantly shifts his eyes Hangs them on his head And whether he wants it or not ...
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus With tigery stripes, and a face on it Round ...
"First, do no harm," the Hippocratic Oath begins, but before she might enjoy such balm, the docs had to harm ...
We were schooner-rigged and rakish, with a long and lissome hull, And we flew the pretty colours of the crossbones ...
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