Widderin’s Race. Australian. (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
"A HORSE amongst ten thousand! on the verge,The extremest verge of equine life he stands;Yet mark his action, as those ...
"A HORSE amongst ten thousand! on the verge,The extremest verge of equine life he stands;Yet mark his action, as those ...
WHAT murmurs are these that so wofully riseInto heart-storms of agony borne from afar?A tempest of passion, a tumult of ...
We are the nightly weaverswho gather the invisible threadsfrom the Milky Way's outmost ringwhere the end of the loom stands.Hovering ...
It didn't help for him to drive the quillsOf porcupines into his lecher's flesh -His pandemonian senses uttered shrillExpulsive cries ...
A star a star in the west!Out of the wave it rose:And it led us forth on a world-far quest;Where ...
(_A Dramatic Fantasy_) Dealing with: _Boadicea_, queen of the Britons. _Lamora_, a ...
An ode after Easter.Cast wide the folding doorways of the East,For now is light increased!And the wind-besomed chambers of the ...
If ole Pharaoh, King of Egyp', 'ad been gazin' on the scene 'E'd' ave give the A.I.F. a narsty nameWhen ...
Beyond the gates of Hercules The seven builders took the stone, Spurned everywhere in days of ease, Long lying loose ...
. . . party on the stage of the Earl Carroll Theatre onFeb. 23. At this party Joyce Hawley, a ...
A PAIR of lovers in the street! I dare not mock: with reverence meet My unforgetting heart I cheat. ...
A LONE rose in a garden burned - a quivering flame,But yesterday blindly from out the bud it came;And now ...
'We are 'ere met togetherin this momentous hower,Ter lick th' bankers' dirty bootsan' keep the Bank in power.'We are 'ere ...
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, ...
Here at the spoke-ends of our galaxy it is easy to forget the central axle moving insensibly slow, still the ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
after Sue Owen Born from flour anointed with oil, from a roux dark and mean as a horse's breath, you ...
There where the mighty mountains bare their fangs unto the moon, There where the sullen sun-dogs glare in the snow-bright, ...
A year or two, and grey Euripides, And Horace and a Lydia or so, And Euclid and the brush of ...
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