With Dickens (Henry Lawson Poems)
In Windsor Terrace, number four, I've taken my abode-A little crescent from the street, A bight from City Road;And, hard up and ...
In Windsor Terrace, number four, I've taken my abode-A little crescent from the street, A bight from City Road;And, hard up and ...
IF thou'rt a drunkard, fond of ale and wine,And smokest vile mundungus without end,Cry out with speed, unto th' Pow'r ...
(For Joyce Kilmer)When the dreamy night is on, up the Hudson river,And the sheen of modern taste is dim and ...
GOOD roaring pistol-boys, brave lads of gold,Good roistering easy maids, blown cock-a-hoopOn floods of tavern-steam, I greet you! DrunkWith wild ...
A troop of worthless vagabondsApproached a holy man,And speaking unbecoming words,To wound his heart began.The dervish sought the elder,And complaining, ...
WHILE we keep our Poet's Tercentennial,Every school and city with its emulousAntic or solemnity, what tremulousLaughter on the air! O ...
These are monarchs none respect,Heroes, yet an humbled crew,Nobles, whom the crowd correct,Wealthy men, whom duns pursue;Beauties shrinking from the ...
He was a Glug of simple charm;He wished no living creature harm. His kindly smile like sunlight fell On all ...
1 Who will honor the city without a name If so many are dead and others pan gold Or sell ...
Quand la feuille en festons a couronn? les bois, L'amoureux rossignol n'?touffe point sa voix. Il serait criminel aux yeux ...
O ! que j'aime la solitude !Que ces lieux sacr?s ? la nuit, Eloign?s du monde et du bruit, Plaisent ...
"I By the ditch in the hollow stands the tree, A cottonwood with deeply wrinkled bark About its mighty trunk, ...
On the far hill the cloud of thunder grew And sunlight blurred below; but sultry blue ...
It is the beggars who possess the earth. Kings on their throne have but the narrow girth Of some poor ...
Souvent le malheureux sourit parmi ses pleurs, Et voit quelque plaisir na?tre au sein des douleurs. Sous ses hauts monts ...
We are the vagabonds of time, And rove the yellow autumn days, When all the roads are gray with rime ...
ALL villain as I am-a damn?d wretch, A hardened, stubborn, unrepenting villain, Still my heart melts at human wretchedness; And ...
Let laureates sing with rapturous swing Of the wonder and glory of work; Let pulpiteers preach and with passion impeach ...
NOW the stone house on the lake front is finished and the workmen are beginning the fence. The palings are ...
Italian Campagna 1309, the open road Bah! I have sung women in three cities, But it is all the same; ...
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