The Writer’s Dream (Henry Lawson Poems)
A writer wrote of the hearts of men, and he followed their tracks afar;For his was a spirit that forced ...
A writer wrote of the hearts of men, and he followed their tracks afar;For his was a spirit that forced ...
'Twas on Lake Erie's broad expanse One bright midsummer day,The gallant steamer Ocean Queen Swept proudly on her way.Bright faces clustered on ...
Down here where the ships loom large in The gloom when the sea-storms veer,Down here on the south-west margin Of the western ...
Oh, the scene is wide an' dreary an' the sun is settin' red,An' the grey-black sky of winter's comin' closer ...
Now for a smacking South-east Trade to Rio!In ten days' sail or so you'll see the land.'Tis wondrous bold and ...
The East is dead and the West is done, and again our course lies thusSouth-east by Fate and the Rising Sun ...
Rain dripped from alien pines along that South-East road,A yellowed paper sogged against the broken gate,One linesman-crippled gum sheltered our ...
Round Rajagriha five fair hills arose,Guarding King Bimbas?ra's sylvan town:Baibh?ra green with lemon-grass and palms;Bipulla, at whose foot thin SarsutiSteals ...
Fytte IBy Wood and Wold"Beneath the greenwood bough." — W. Scott.Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows, Though ...
THE ISLE OF REFUGE.Lemminkainen, full of joyance,Handsome hero, Kaukomieli,Took provisions in abundance,Fish and butter, bread and bacon,Hastened to the Isle ...
WAINAMOINEN'S SAILING.Wainamoinen, old and faithful,Spake these words to Ilmarinen:"O thou wonder-working brother,Let us go to Sariola,There to gain the magic ...
Dawn from the Foretop! Dawn from the Barrel! A scurry of feet with a roar overhead;The master-watch wildly pointing to ...
Summers and summers have come, and gone with the flight of the swallow; Sunshine and thunder have been, storm, and ...
There was a fair green garden slopingFrom the south-east side of the mountain-ledge;And the earliest tint of the dawn came ...
Bold Torres, the sailor, came and went,with his swarthy, storm-worn band,he saw Saavedra's Isle to north-to south a loom of ...
When the time comes, as it will, that I go to sea no longer — Though maybe, please the ...
Ho, let her rip — with her royal clew a-quiver,And the long miles reeling out behind —For the Trade's got ...
GIVE me your hand, old Revolutionary; The hill-top is nigh-but a few steps, (make room, gentlemen;) Up the path you ...
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