The Two Poets (Henry Lawson Poems)
Two poets were born where the skies were fair,To live in the land thereafter;And one was a singer of sorrow ...
Two poets were born where the skies were fair,To live in the land thereafter;And one was a singer of sorrow ...
Bond-slave to Christ, and in my bonds rejoicing, Earmarked to Him I counted less than nought;His man henceforward, eager to be ...
IWhere West Point crouches, and with lifted shield Turns the whole river eastward through the pass;Whose jutting crags, half silver, ...
Listen to the Poet's story Of an ancient bell,Freighted with its wreaths of glory, With its fate as well:On Alhambra's ...
ISir Knight of the world's oldest order,Sir Knight of the Army of God,You have crossed the strange mystical border,The ground ...
FIVE mites of monads dwelt in a round drop That twinkled on a leaf by a pool in the sun. ...
So she's here, your unknown Dulcinea, the lady you met on the train,And you really believe she would know you ...
Like some school master, kind in being stern,Who hears the children crying o'er their slatesAnd calling, "Help me master!" yet ...
THOU so far, we grope to grasp thee -Thou, so near, we cannot clasp thee -Thou, so wise, our prayers ...
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;Weep, and you weep alone.For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,But has ...
A word out of season Of vapid unreasonMay seem mere political twaddle at best; But this thing needs abatement ...
Lift thy head, thou undaunted youth!Though some hope may now break, forsooth,Brighter a new one and higherShall throe eye fill ...
1.GONE is the tempest that cloudedThe land with its dark desolation.Out from the pall that enshroudedLeaps the new strength of ...
as the landscape falls away the hawthorn in its gnarly fashion is content to stand alone berries (the very tint ...
Though I don't say it as often as I should you are very special to me every day Nothing has ...
Like a growing chorus the orchestra coming in tune the many voicing rising joining in one song As each believer ...
As he grew famousâ?"ah, but what is fame?â?" he lost his old obsession with his name, things seemed to matter ...
O'er the dark pines she sees the silver moon, And in the west, all tremulous, a star; And soothing sweet ...
I like to think that when I fall, A rain-drop in Death's shoreless sea, This shelf of books along the ...
'Twas in the grave-yard's gruesome gloom That May and I were mated; We sneaked inside and on a tomb Our ...
Let us have birthdays every day, (I had the thought while I was shaving) Because a birthday should be gay, ...
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