The Man Who Raised Charlestown (Henry Lawson Poem)
They were hanging men in Buckland who would not cheer King George - The parson from his pulpit and the ...
They were hanging men in Buckland who would not cheer King George - The parson from his pulpit and the ...
I The thick lids of Night closed upon me Alone at the Bill Of the Isle by the Race {1} ...
SONG OF THE IMPRISONED COUNT. COUNT. I KNOW a flower of beauty rare, Ah, how I hold it dear! To ...
THE tale of the Count our glad song shall record Who had in this castle his dwelling, Where now ye ...
Spring Come, my beloved; let us walk amidst the knolls, For the snow is water, and Life is alive from ...
Man and I are sweethearts He craves me and I long for him, But alas! Between us has appeared A ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
Now warm with ministerial ire, Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire, And on his striding steps attends His desperate clan ...
The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood This Eastertide call into mind the men, Now far from home, ...
If I were tickled by the rub of love, A rooking girl who stole me for her side, Broke through ...
To-day, this insect, and the world I breathe, Now that my symbols have outelbowed space, Time at the city spectacles, ...
There was a woman, and she was wise; woefully wise was she; She was old, so old, yet her years ...
Only a Leather Medal, hanging there on the wall, Dingy and frayed and faded, dusty and worn and old; Yet ...
'Twas in the grave-yard's gruesome gloom That May and I were mated; We sneaked inside and on a tomb Our ...
They must not wed the Doctor said, For they were far from strong, And children of their marriage bed Might ...
THE SINS of Kalamazoo are neither scarlet nor crimson. The sins of Kalamazoo are a convict gray, a dishwater drab. ...
The drought is down on field and flock, The river-bed is dry; And we must shift the starving stock Before ...
'Twas on a sunny morning in the month of May, I met a pretty damsel on the banks o' the ...
SECTION ONE "Give the engines room, Give the engines room." Louder, faster The little band-master Whips up the fluting, Hurries ...
I. A NEGRO SERMON:-SIMON LEGREE (To be read in your own variety of negro dialect.) Legree's big house was white ...
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