`For’ard’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep,For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away like ...
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep,For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away like ...
There's a wind that blows out of the South in the drought, And we pray for the touch of his breathWhen ...
IN MEMORY OF CELIA THAXTER.There is shadow on the sea!And a murmur, and a moan,In its muffled monotone,Like a solemn ...
(_To A. H. R. on North Cliff, Lynton, Devon_) White-caps hurry to meet the shore An hundred fathoms down. Gray ...
At Dingle, upon sand and shingle, Softly the ripples curve and creep; Without the white-caps meet and mingle, ...
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away ...
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