The Teams (Henry Lawson Poem)
A cloud of dust on the long white road, And the teams go creeping on Inch by inch with the ...
A cloud of dust on the long white road, And the teams go creeping on Inch by inch with the ...
Now the New Year, reviving last Year's Debt, The Thoughtful Fisher casteth wide his Net; So I with begging Dish ...
1918 This is the State above the Law. The State exists for the State alone." [This is a gland at ...
They have little tractors in their blood and all day the tractors climb up and down inside their arms and ...
I At last! In sight of home again, Of home again; No more to range and roam again As at ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
The blue jay scuffling in the bushes follows Some hidden purpose, and the gush of birds That spurts across the ...
Under silver wing San Francisco's towers sprouting thru thin gas clouds, Tamalpais black-breasted above Pacific azure Berkeley hills pine-covered below-- ...
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
Scraping the new snow the crystals sparkling after dropping off the girls preparing for tomorrow The flakes like confectioner's sugar ...
Feeling the gas the air in the tires the reserve supply strength running low Needing to stop a time of ...
The sounds all muffled under our hoods and hats cutting through, the distinctive noise hearing the greasy snow The pavement ...
The lined up on the far side the edge of the parking area, tires in the oak leaves I had ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
I envy every flower that blows Along the meadow where she goes, And every bird that sings to her, And ...
Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she That shall command my heart and me; Where'er she lie, Locked up from ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
It pricks the arms like poison, knowing that some things, once chosen, are yours and that meanwhile the night comes ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tires of weeping, My heart is sick ...
He wondered: Do I love? all this applause, young beauties sitting at my feet & all, and all. It tires ...
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 ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
I can't have it and you can't have it and we won't get it so don't bet on it or ...
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex-pug ...
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus through North Carolina on ...
When I beheld the Poet blind, yet bold, In slender Book his vast Design unfold, Messiah Crown'd, Gods Reconcil'd Decree, ...
So gradual in those summers was the going of the age it seemed that the long days setting out when ...
She wakens early remembering her father rising in the dark lighting the stove with a match scraped on the floor. ...
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