How the Land was Won (Henry Lawson Poem)
The future was dark and the past was dead As they gazed on the sea once more - But a ...
The future was dark and the past was dead As they gazed on the sea once more - But a ...
To Ernest Brace "And when the seven thunders had uttered their voices, I was about to write: and I heard ...
Full many a dreary hour have I past, My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast With heaviness; in seasons when ...
A Texas twang would be better than a yankee accent so picture it soundin' southern this little story I'll share ...
Okay, for those who don't speak German, the title of the poem is "A Boat in a Bottle" and that's ...
A routine task made different with three little girls in the house For a man who learned laundry "skills" in ...
I never said I would, I only said I could do what you wished, the subtle difference should have raised ...
Why do you strive for greatness, fool? Go pluck a bough and wear it. It is as sufficing. My Lord, ...
The Wind is ghosting around the house tonight and as I lean against the door of sleep I begin to ...
She scrawled soft words in soap: "Never Forget," Dove-white on her car's window, and the wren, because her heart is ...
Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Furnish'd and burnish'd by Aldershot sun, What strenuous singles we played after tea, We ...
Remote and ineffectual Don That dared attack my Chesterton, With that poor weapon, half-impelled, Unlearnt, unsteady, hardly held, Unworthy for ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
In the mustardseed sun, By full tilt river and switchback sea Where the cormorants scud, In his house on stilts ...
There is no woman living who draws breath So sad as I, though all things sadden her. There is not ...
Author Note: Divers Princes and Noblemen being assembled in a beautiful and fair Palace, which was situate upon the river ...
I O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne, With harp of high majestic tone, To praise the King of kings; ...
Smith, great writer of stories, drank; found it immortalized his pen; Fused in his brain-pan, else a blank, heavens of ...
How grand the human race would be If every man would wear a kilt, A flirt of Tartan finery, Instead ...
Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head, And drink your rushing words with eager lips, And paint ...
When Susan's work was done, she'd sit With one fat guttering candle lit, And window opened wide to win The ...
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