In the Street (Henry Lawson Poem)
Where the needle-woman toils Through the night with hand and brain, Till the sickly daylight shudders like a spectre at ...
Where the needle-woman toils Through the night with hand and brain, Till the sickly daylight shudders like a spectre at ...
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A ...
Looking back in my mind I can see The white sun like a tin plate Over the wooden turning of ...
'Twas in the prime of summer-time An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school: ...
I MARK the months in liveries dank and dry, The day-tides many-shaped and hued; I see the nightfall shades subtrude, ...
begin at a chapter you have read before with new words and a new hand turning the pages where the ...
We are together all one body of Christ all are needed to lift up the down trodden, heal the sick, ...
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I ...
The heavenly hills of Holland,-- How wondrously they rise Above the smooth green pastures Into the azure skies! With blue ...
To put this World down, like a Bundle -- And walk steady, away, Requires Energy -- possibly Agony -- 'Tis ...
The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly -- and true -- But let a Splinter swerve -- 'Twere easier for ...
I hadn't had the 'flu in ages, avoided all those awful places fraught of gritty eyes and splitting heads, patrons ...
THIS last denial of my faith, Thou, solemn Priest, hast heard; And, though upon my bed of death, I call ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
Come, let us tell the weeds in ditches How we are poor, who once had riches, And lie out in ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
O LASSIE, are ye sleepin yet, Or are ye waukin, I wad wit? For Love has bound me hand an' ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
Love seeketh not Itself to please. Nor for itself hath any care; But for another gives its ease. And builds ...
"Love seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds ...
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
When will you learn, myself, to be a dying leaf on a living tree? Budding, swelling, growing strong, Wearing green, ...
AS I went walking up and down to take the evening air, (Sweet to meet upon the street, why must ...
Out of town the sky was bright and blue, Never fog-cloud, lowering, thick, was seen to frown; Nature dons a ...
The Year's twelve daughters had in turn gone by, Of measured pace tho' varying mien all twelve, Some froward, some ...
Elephants are contagious! Be careful how you tread. An Elephant that's been trodden on Should be confined to bed! Leopards ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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