The Great Grey Plain (Henry Lawson Poem)
Out West, where the stars are brightest, Where the scorching north wind blows, And the bones of the dead gleam ...
Out West, where the stars are brightest, Where the scorching north wind blows, And the bones of the dead gleam ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
If you should look for this place after a handful of lifetimes: Perhaps of my planted forest a few May ...
The big teetotum twirls, And epochs wax and wane As chance subsides or swirls; But of the loss and gain ...
Ah, Posthumus! our years hence fly And leave no sound: nor piety, Or prayers, or vow Can keep the wrinkle ...
When mid-autumn's moan shook the night-time, And sedges were horny, And summer's green wonderwork faltered On leaze and in lane, ...
I MARKED her ruined hues, Her custom-straitened views, And asked, "Can there indwell My Amabel?" I looked upon her gown, ...
Sunned in the South, and here to-day; --If all organic things Be sentient, Flowers, as some men say, What are ...
We are starting anew Tentative, cautious History between us Hope and skepticism mix Wax and wane But newness every time ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
'Who affirms that crystals are alive?' I affirm it, let who will deny: Crystals are engendered, wax and thrive, Wane ...
At his Birthday Feast With memories old and wishes new We crown our cups again, And here's to you, and ...
I'd rather recollect a setting Than own a rising sun Though one is beautiful forgetting -- And true the other ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
' SISTER, you've sat there all the day, Come to the hearth awhile; The wind so wildly sweeps away, The ...
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower; She leans her face against the buds, She ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
This level reach of blue is not my sea; Here are sweet waters, pretty in the sun, Whose quiet ripples ...
Dim vales- and shadowy floods- And cloudy-looking woods, Whose forms we can't discover For the tears that drip all over! ...
What links are ours with orbs that are So resolutely far: The solitary asks, and they Give radiance as from ...
Outside the afterlight's lucent rose Is smiting the hills and brimming the valleys, And shadows are stealing across the snows; ...
The wind's on the wold And the night is a-cold, And Thames runs chill 'Twixt mead and hill. But kind ...
Had she come all the way for this, To part at last without a kiss? Yea, had she borne the ...
Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Beats upon my heart. People twist and scream in pain,- Dawn will find them still ...
Struggling, and faint, and fainter didst thou wane, O Moon! and round thee all thy starry train Came forth to ...
Days live and die. Suns rise and set. Flowers bloom and wither. Fruits ripen and spoil. Ice cream freezes and ...
The Dawn! The Dawn! The crimson-tinted, comes Out of the low still skies, over the hills, Manhattan's roofs and spires ...
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