The Ghost (Henry Lawson Poem)
Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide, Came a ghost, and for a moment walked ...
Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide, Came a ghost, and for a moment walked ...
Behold the rocky wall That down its sloping sides Pours the swift rain-drops, blending, as they fall, In rushing river-tides! ...
with landbound legs a wish for the easy flow of a river - not the clambering up crags to seek ...
The winds blowing from many sources seeking to distract to pull us from you, oh Lord Hearing your message doing ...
Drinking the waters polluted waters of the world the world's values, agenda losing sight, focus on sources of strength real ...
Out the side, the edge of my vision so are many of the sources of my poetry the images out ...
There was symmetry, balance in the telling of the story around the fire of the connection of the four races ...
Oh to be like John, John Wesley our founder, the beginning of the faith to see the miners, the men ...
Precision Real precision No, real precision No, we mean it, real precision Characters, spaces, abbreviations, italics Statutes, reporters, Secondary sources ...
Assignments building, Intersections of projects, time management, control Finding my way, back from panic Believing I can do it Finding ...
Where is the thread The need to be on point Playing when I should be reading Looking for more sources ...
La courbe de tes yeux fait le tour de mon coeur, Un rond de danse et de douceur, Auréole du ...
Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior -- As soon -- Adversity A Diamond -- overtake In ...
To undertake is to achieve Be Undertaking blent With fortitude of obstacle And toward encouragement That fine Suspicion, Natures must ...
For more than a billion years we've been nearly out of water; sincerely, a need repeatedly exposed in calamitous reports ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
"Enough of thought, philosopher! Too long hast thou been dreaming Unlightened, in this chamber drear, While summer's sun is beaming! ...
Since you would claim the sources of my thought Recall the meshes whence it sprang unlimed, The reedy traps which ...
EDINA! Scotia's darling seat! All hail thy palaces and tow'rs, Where once, beneath a Monarch's feet, Sat Legislation's sov'reign pow'rs: ...
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
I would build a cloudy House For my thoughts to live in; When for earth too fancy-loose And too low ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
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