The Lights of Cobb & Co. (Henry Lawson Poem)
Fire lighted; on the table a meal for sleepy men; A lantern in the stable; a jingle now and then; ...
Fire lighted; on the table a meal for sleepy men; A lantern in the stable; a jingle now and then; ...
They lie, the men who tell us for reasons of their own That want is here a stranger, and that ...
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
If the water were clear enough, if the water were still, but the water is not clear, the water is ...
1896 Mine was the woman to me, darkling I found her: Haling her dumb from the camp, held her and ...
Abdhur Rahman, the Durani Chief, of him is the story told. His mercy fills the Khyber hills -- his grace ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
Lay these words into the dead man's grave next to the almonds and black cherries--- tiny skulls and flowering blood-drops, ...
Paupertas onus visa est grave. Cold blows the wind, and while the tear Bursts trembling from my swollen eyes, The ...
Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts Noplace to shit ...
Here at the world's end the cold winds are beginning to blow. What messages have you for me, my master? ...
I stayed the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They ...
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his fortune. There'd been some Boston people ...
Thou warden of the western gate, above Manhatten Bay, The fogs of doubt that hid thy face are driven clean ...
How still the Bells in Steeples stand Till swollen with the Sky They leap upon their silver Feet In frantic ...
...Preamble A rough draft for an ars poetica . . . . . . . Let's get our dreams unstuck ...
the people are very small and shrink, dwarves on the way to netsuke hell bound for a flea circus in ...
On my wall hangs a Japanese carving, The mask of an evil demon, decorated with gold lacquer. Sympathetically I observe ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
An apple arc'd toward Kleitos; whose great King wroth & of wine did study where his sword, sneaked away, might ...
MADONNA, mistress, I would build for thee An altar deep in the sad soul of me; And in the darkest ...
I. She should never have looked at me If she meant I should not love her! There are plenty ... ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
This is the lair of the landlady She is a raw voice loose in the rooms beneath me. the continuous ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
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