Since Then (Henry Lawson Poem)
I met Jack Ellis in town to-day -- Jack Ellis -- my old mate, Jack -- Ten years ago, from ...
I met Jack Ellis in town to-day -- Jack Ellis -- my old mate, Jack -- Ten years ago, from ...
Oh, never let on to your own true love That ever you drank a drop; That ever you played in ...
Once upon a time there was a person He was walking along He met the full burning moon Rolling slowly ...
(i) introduction his home in ruins his parents gone frederick seeks to reclaim his throne to the golden mountain he ...
His palms, his hands stabbed by the spikes the nails that held him fast to the rough-hewn the wood of ...
His side pierced stabbed by centurion - a wound for doubters January 28, 2008 (Raymond A. Foss)
THE simple Jane was sent to bring Fresh water from the neighb'ring spring; The matter pressed, no time to waste, ...
By our first strange and fatal interview, By all desires which thereof did ensue, By our long starving hopes, by ...
He strained my faith -- Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust -- Did it then -- yield? ...
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
Henry hates the world. What the world to Henry did will not bear thought. Feeling no pain, Henry stabbed his ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have ...
O Teddy Bear! with your head awry And your comical twisted smile, You rub your eyes -- do you wonder ...
An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king,-- Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who Through public scorn,--mud from ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
Across the red sky two birds flying, Flying with drooping wings. Silent and solitary their ominous flight. All day the ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
I saw Lord Buddha towering by my gate Saying: "Once more, good youth, I stand and wait." Saying: "I bring ...
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