The Vagabond (Henry Lawson Poem)
White handkerchiefs wave from the short black pier As we glide to the grand old sea -- But the song ...
White handkerchiefs wave from the short black pier As we glide to the grand old sea -- But the song ...
Ah, well! but the case seems hopeless, and the pen might write in vain; The people gabble of old things ...
The schools marched in procession in happiness and pride, The city bands before them, the soldiers marched beside; Oh, starched ...
He was believed by his peers to be an important poet, But his erotic obsession, condemned and strictly forbidden, Compromised ...
THE TURN Brave infant of Saguntum, clear Thy coming forth in that great year, When the prodigious Hannibal did crown ...
I have been reading Pomfret's "Choice" this spring, A pretty kind of--sort of--kind of thing, Not much a verse, and ...
Open the window, and let the air Freshly blow upon face and hair, And fill the room, as it fills ...
On ear and ear two noises too old to end Trench-right, the tide that ramps against the shore; With a ...
THERE were two youths of equal age, Wit, station, strength, and parentage; They studied at the self-same schools, And shaped ...
I In Casterbridge there stood a noble pile, Wrought with pilaster, bay, and balustrade In tactful times when shrewd Eliza ...
I There is a house with ivied walls, And mullioned windows worn and old, And the long dwellers in those ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
This talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh, We've got a Western editor that's little, but, O ...
Within a Meadow, on the way, A sordid Churl resolv'd to stay, And give his Horse a Bite; Purloining so ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
I THE WINTER evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. ...
With delicate, mad hands, behind his sordid bars, Surely he hath his posies, which they tear and twine; Those scentless ...
With Pinions of Disdain The soul can farther fly Than any feather specified in Ornithology -- It wafts this sordid ...
A Saucer holds a Cup In sordid human Life But in a Squirrel's estimate A Saucer hold a Loaf. A ...
I cannot live with You -- It would be Life -- And Life is over there -- Behind the Shelf ...
HAIL, sister springs, Parents of silver-footed rills! Ever bubbling things, Thawing crystal, snowy hills! Still spending, never spent; I mean ...
What thousands never knew the road! What thousands hate it when 'tis known! None but the chosen tribes of God ...
'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb Ascending, fires th' horizon: while the clouds, That crowd away before the ...
I THERE is one Mind, one omnipresent Mind, Omnific. His most holy name is Love. Truth of subliming import! with ...
Huge elm, with rifted trunk all notched and scarred, Like to a warrior's destiny! I love To stretch me often ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
WHILE new-ca'd kye rowte at the stake An' pownies reek in pleugh or braik, This hour on e'enin's edge I ...
I O fairest flower no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken Primrose fading timelesslie, Summers chief honour if thou hadst ...
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