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 ...
What phantom is this that appears Through the purple mist of the years, Itself but a mist like these? A ...
We have set out from here for the sublime Pastures of summer shade and mountain stream; I have no doubt ...
At noon thepaper tigers roar -- Miroslav Holub The paper tigers roar at noon; The sun is hot, the sun ...
all is still on this starless night the mountain waits quiescent as a cat smoothing crag and chasm to a ...
Then a priestess said, "Speak to us of Prayer." And he answered, saying: You pray in your distress and in ...
I got so I could take his name -- Without -- Tremendous gain -- That Stop-sensation -- on my Soul ...
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud, -and hark, again! loud as ...
My framework is broken, I am coming to an end, God send it soon. When I had most to say ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
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 ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
A life hauls itself uphill through hoar-mist steaming the sun's tongue licking leaf upon leaf into stricken liquid When? When? ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
Luini in porcelain! The grand piano Utters a profane Protest with her clear soprano. The sleek head emerges From the ...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten ...
Let them bury your big eyes In the secret earth securely, Your thin fingers, and your fair, Soft, indefinite-colored hair,- ...
"Order A. P. Hill to prepare for battle." "Tell Major Hawks to advance the Commissary train." "Let us cross the ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories