Waratah and Wattle (Henry Lawson Poem)
Though poor and in trouble I wander alone, With rebel cockade in my hat, Though friends may desert me, and ...
Though poor and in trouble I wander alone, With rebel cockade in my hat, Though friends may desert me, and ...
Canadian Jubal sang of the Wrath of God And the curse of thistle and thorn-- But Tubal got him a ...
sam swill took a pill went blue ate stew had pains no brains sucked a date too late swallowed stone ...
At the base of the fir the thick trunk a single thistle growing up between the roots strong, thorny, green ...
A long way from home, My own home, Back in the Highlands, Once walked by my kin Before they came ...
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
In ash-fine silt that spread like sand after the flood and before the wild weeds claimed the old stream bed; ...
Go thou gentle whispering wind, Bear this sigh; and if thou find Where my cruel fair doth rest, Cast it ...
Soul of the Poet ! wheresoe'er, Reclaimed from earth, thy genius plume Her wings of immortality ; Suspend thy harp ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Of the old house, only a few, crumbled Courses of brick, smothered in nettle and dock, Or a shaped stone ...
Sally is gone that was so kindly, Sally is gone from Ha'nacker Hill And the Briar grows ever since then ...
God knows how our neighbor managed to breed His great sow: Whatever his shrewd secret, he kept it hid In ...
Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary Of lofty contemplation left to Time By buried centuries of pomp and power! ...
Love is enough: have no thought for to-morrow If ye lie down this even in rest from your pain, Ye ...
"Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
Thistle and darnell and dock grew there, And a bush, in the corner, of may, On the orchard wall I ...
Seven years ago I went into the High Sierras stunned by the desire to die. For hours I stared into ...
I call out a secret name, the name of the angel who guards my sleep, and light grows in the ...
(The poem shows the Master, with his work done, singing to free his heart in Heaven.) I heard Immanuel singing ...
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