The Never-Never Country (Henry Lawson Poem)
By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed, By railroad, coach, and track -- By lonely graves of our brave dead, Up-Country and ...
By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed, By railroad, coach, and track -- By lonely graves of our brave dead, Up-Country and ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
for Greg Fallon A kid yells "Mother Fucker" out the school bus window. I don't think anyone notices the afternoon ...
The great sun sinks behind the town Through a red mist of Volnay wine.... But what's the use of setting ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like ...
I send Two Sunsets -- Day and I -- in competition ran -- I finished Two -- and several Stars ...
The power of the Lake lingers still so many years beyond its fascination ending; it was there in the beginning, ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim Who walk in forest ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Perhaps we go with wind and cloud and sun, Into the free companionship of air; Perhaps with sunsets when the ...
Go, ill-sped book, and whisper to her or storm out the message for her only ear that she is beautiful. ...
If I could live again my life, In the next - I'll try, - to make more mistakes, I won't ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
Far from the churchyard dig his grave, On some green mound beside the wave; To westward, sea and sky alone, ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
I don't know if you're alive or dead. Can you on earth be sought, Or only when the sunsets fade ...
'Tis strange that in a land so strong So strong and bold in mighty youth, We have no poet's voice ...
for Ruth Fainlight I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root; It is what ...
He rides away with sword and spur, Garbed in his warlike blazonry, With gallant glance and smile for her Upon ...
Frosty-white and cold it lies Underneath the fretful skies; Snowflakes flutter where the red Banners of the poppies spread, And ...
There by the window in the old house Perched on the bluff, overlooking miles of valley, My days of labor ...
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