Australian Engineers (Henry Lawson Poem)
Ah, well! but the case seems hopeless, and the pen might write in vain; The people gabble of old things ...
Ah, well! but the case seems hopeless, and the pen might write in vain; The people gabble of old things ...
Old Mate! In the gusty old weather, When our hopes and our troubles were new, In the years spent in ...
The night too quickly passes And we are growing old, So let us fill our glasses And toast the Days ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go By the Pass called Muttianee, to shoot in the vale ...
Once, on a glittering ice-field, ages and ages ago, Ung, a maker of pictures, fashioned an image of snow. Fashioned ...
Be well assured that on our side The abiding oceans fight, Though headlong wind and heaping tide Make us their ...
When I was a King and a Mason -- a Master proven and skilled -- I cleared me ground for ...
There's no sense in going further -- it's the edge of cultivation," So they said, and I believed it -- ...
A Pathetic Ballad Ben Battle was a soldier bold, And used to war's alarms; But a cannon-ball took off his ...
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy ...
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
Denis, whose motionable, alert, most vaulting wit Caps occasion with an intellectual fit. Yet Arthur is a Bowman: his three-heeled ...
Repeat that, repeat, Cuckoo, bird, and open ear wells, heart-springs, delightfully sweet, With a ballad, with a ballad, a rebound ...
Nothing is so beautiful as spring- When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little ...
All things decay with time: The forest sees The growth and down-fall of her aged trees; That timber tall, which ...
Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more, and lay me in the shade. Old man, you've had your work ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
June 22, 1611 THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY One sail in sight upon the lonely sea And only one, God ...
No spring nor summer Beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnall face. Young beauties force our ...
To say we've done it all before is not to bend the truth and though we've lost our youth the ...
There fared a mother driven forth Out of an inn to roam; In the place where she was homeless All ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
Hark, I hear the bells of Westgate, I will tell you what they sigh, Where those minarets and steeples Prick ...
Cut down that timber! Bells, too many and strong, Pouring their music through the branches bare, From moon-white church towers ...
'Ithin the woodlands, flow'ry gleaded, By the woak tree's mossy moot, The sheenen grass-bleades, timber-sheaded, Now do quiver under voot; ...
'Ithin the woodlands, flow'ry gleaded, By the woak tree's mossy moot, The sheenen grass-bleades, timber-sheaded, Now do quiver under voot; ...
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