The Rhyme of the Three Greybeards (Henry Lawson Poem)
He'd been for years in Sydney "a-acting of the goat", His name was Joseph Swallow, "the Great Australian Pote", In ...
He'd been for years in Sydney "a-acting of the goat", His name was Joseph Swallow, "the Great Australian Pote", In ...
Maiden! with the meek, brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies Like the dusk in evening skies! Thou whose ...
'T was Fultah Fisher's boarding-house, Where sailor-men reside, And there were men of all the ports From Mississip to Clyde, ...
The spirit killeth, but the letter giveth life. The week is dealt out like a hand That children pick up ...
The Grave said to the Rose, "What of the dews of dawn, Love's flower, what end is theirs?" "And what ...
When thou didst entice to thee my heart, I thought the service brave: So many joys I writ down for ...
For A. W. B. SHE sought the Studios, beckoning to her side An arch-designer, for she planned to build. He ...
That night your great guns, unawares, Shook all our coffins as we lay, And broke the chancel window-squares, We thought ...
THE look that thy sweet eyes on mine impress The pledge thy lips to mine convey,--the kiss,-- He who, like ...
Seeds scattered blown to distant lands growing unawares a harvest for the Lord May 17, 2011 the ministry of all ...
Into the soil of our doubts sowing seeds of deception in patterns of behavior in the shifting sands of numbers ...
A Christmas prayer, an Advent prayer, lifted up to your, oh my Lord that your spirit would descend on each ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast In a field I looked into going past, And the ground almost ...
Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, Free, ...
Long I followed happy guides,- I could never reach their sides. Their step is forth, and, ere the day, Breaks ...
I Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
I. All I believed is true! I am able yet All I want, to get By a method as strange ...
I. Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! Sit and watch by her side an hour. That is her book-shelf, this her ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
I could not decipher the living riddle of my body put it to sleep when it hungered, and overfed it ...
Now the dead past seems vividly alive, And in this shining moment I can trace, Down through the vista of ...
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