Dan, The Wreck (Henry Lawson Poem)
Tall, and stout, and solid-looking, Yet a wreck; None would think Death's finger's hooking Him from deck. Cause of half ...
Tall, and stout, and solid-looking, Yet a wreck; None would think Death's finger's hooking Him from deck. Cause of half ...
1814-1914 When, on a novel's newly printed page We find a maudlin eulogy of sin, And read of ways that ...
for Hank and Nancy Seven thousand acres of grass have faded yellow from his cough. These limp days, his anger, ...
Though, if you ask her name, she says Elise, Being plain Elizabeth, e'en let it pass, And own that, if ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
Now the heart sings with all its thousand voices To hear this city of cells, my body, sing. The tree ...
The man held his hands to his heart as he danced. He slacked and swirled. The doorways of the little ...
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
WHAT moves that lonely man is not the boom Of waves that break agains the cliff so strong; Nor roar ...
Break off! Dance no more! Danger is at the door. Music is in arms. To signal war's alarms. Hark, a ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
FAIR fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o' the pudding-race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, ...
Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses? How soft is this one, how subtle this is, How ...
On the ragged edge of the world I'll roam, And the home of the wolf shall be my home, And ...
She had thought the studio would keep itself; no dust upon the furniture of love. Half heresy, to wish the ...
O'ER fallow plains and fertile meads, AURORA lifts the torch of day; The shad'wy brow of Night recedes, Cold dew-drops ...
I tell my secret? No indeed, not I: Perhaps some day, who knows? But not today; it froze, and blows, ...
PART ONE The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed ...
But then there comes that moment rare When, for no cause that I can find, The little voices of the ...
April this year, not otherwise Than April of a year ago, Is full of whispers, full of sighs, Of dazzling ...
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