One Hundred and Three (Henry Lawson Poems)
With the frame of a man, and the face of a boy, and a manner strangely wild,And the great, wide, ...
With the frame of a man, and the face of a boy, and a manner strangely wild,And the great, wide, ...
MotherSWEET slumber now creeps o'er thee slow,Sweet breezes rock thee to and fro:My baby sleeps, so soft and lowWith sweetest ...
The boat of the boatman Madhu is moored at the wharf of Rajgunj. It is uselessly laden with jute, and has ...
However tortuously the snake moveth about,It proceedeth straight enough unto its hole.Awaken from the sleep of thoughtlessness;For pleasant existence is ...
_(Grandfather, musing.)_In childish days! O memory, You bring such curious things to me!--Laughs to the lip--tears to the eye,In looking on ...
My father in the night shuffling from room to roomon an obscure mission through the hallway.Help me, spirits, to penetrate ...
I am like a remnant of a cloud of autumnuselessly roaming in the sky, O my sun ever-glorious!Thy touch has ...
O all my labours scattered uselesslyO, all my useless scattered sighs,O loyalty, that never, O living fire,Chilled or burned others ...
HE trod upon the heights; the rarer airWhich common people seek, yet cannot bear,Fed his high soul and kindled in ...
Ye dear stars of the Bear, I did not think I should again be turning, as I used, To see ...
Francesca.Crush'd and throng'd are all the places In our amphitheatre,'Midst a sea of swarming faces I can yet distinguish her;Dost ...
They cannot see the wreaths we place Upon the silent bier,They cannot see the tear-stained face, Nor feel the scalding ...
O all my labours scattered uselesslyO, all my useless scattered sighs,O loyalty, that never, O living fire, Chilled or burned ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
I was sick of being a woman, sick of the pain, the irrelevant detail of sex, my own concavity uselessly ...
The church flings forth a battled shade Over the moon-blanched sward: The church; my gift; whereto I paid My all ...
As a man and woman make a garden between them like a bed of stars, here they linger in the ...
When suddenly, at midnight, you hear an invisible procession going by with exquisite music, voices, don't mourn your luck that's ...
1 OUT of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle, Out of the Ninth-month midnight, ...
I am like a remnant of a cloud of autumn uselessly roaming in the sky, O my sun ever-glorious! Thy ...
The boat of the boatman Madhu is moored at the wharf of Rajgunj. It is uselessly laden with jute, and ...
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