The City Bushman (Henry Lawson Poem)
It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went, For you sought the greener patches and you travelled ...
It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went, For you sought the greener patches and you travelled ...
Noche de cuatro lunas y un solo ?rbol, con una sola sombra y un solo p?jaro. Busco en mi carne ...
At intermission I find her backstage still practicing the piece coming up next. She calls it the "solo in high ...
Oh, there are times When all this fret and tumult that we hear Do seem more stale than to the ...
LEADER. LET no cares now hover o'er us Let the wine unsparing run! Wilt thou swell our merry chorus? Hast ...
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine, Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine! Oh the Earth ...
She came at night, her gentle hands defused the ticking bomb that was his brain, she soothed the pain and ...
You are so beautiful and I am a fool to be in love with you is a theme that keeps ...
What scene would I want to be enveloped in more than this one, an ordinary night at the kitchen table, ...
The neighbors' dog will not stop barking. He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark that he barks every time ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
I am the only actor. It is difficult for one woman to act out a whole play. The play is ...
is many a love-struck couple kissing and hugging with passion by the Margit híd; is a lone acquaintance of mine ...
"Angels of the love affair, do you know that other, the dark one, that other me?" 1. ANGEL OF FIRE ...
I am in a crate, the crate that was ours, full of white shirts and salad greens, the icebox knocking ...
Now Fireman Flynn met Hank the Finn where lights of Lust-land glow; "Let's leave," says he, "the lousy sea, and ...
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon; The kid that handles the music-box was ...
This, no song of an ingénue, This, no ballad of innocence; This, the rhyme of a lady who Followed ever ...
The chorus frogs in the big lagoon Would sing their songs to the silvery moon. Tenor singers were out of ...
Cernis ut Eio descendat Gemmula Roris, Inque Rosas roseo transfluat orta sinu. Sollicita Flores stant ambitione supini, Et certant foliis ...
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