Song of the Old Bullock-Driv (Henry Lawson Poems)
Far back in the days when the blacks used to ramble In long single file 'neath the evergreen tree,The wool-teams in ...
Far back in the days when the blacks used to ramble In long single file 'neath the evergreen tree,The wool-teams in ...
At gauzy dusk, thin haze like cigarette smoke ribbons past Chrysler Building's silver fins tapering delicately needletopped, Empire State's taller ...
Within a Meadow, on the way, A sordid Churl resolv'd to stay, And give his Horse a Bite; Purloining ...
Phryne had talents for mankind,Open she was, and unconfin'd,Like some free port of trade:Merchants unloaded here their freight,And Agents from ...
So long as 'neath the Kalka hills The tonga-horn shall ring, So long as down the Solon dip The hard-held ...
Within a Meadow, on the way, A sordid Churl resolv'd to stay, And give his Horse a Bite; Purloining so ...
When I was just a little boy, Before I went to school, I had a fleet of forty sail I ...
There was a man in New York City (His name was George Adolphus Knight) So soft of heart he wept ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
We were smoking some of this knockout weed when Operation Memory was announced. To his separate bed Each soldier went, ...
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