To Be Amused (Henry Lawson Poem)
You ask me to be gay and glad While lurid clouds of danger loom, And vain and bad and gambling ...
You ask me to be gay and glad While lurid clouds of danger loom, And vain and bad and gambling ...
The Channel fog has lifted - And see where we have come! Round all the world we've drifted, A hundred ...
The fields are fair in autumn yet, and the sun's still shining there, But we bow our heads and we ...
Never stoops the soaring vulture On his quarry in the desert, On the sick or wounded bison, But another vulture, ...
et plus profonde, ou l'interet et l'avarice parlent moins haut que la raison, dans les instants de chagrin domestique, de ...
Come thou, who art the wine and wit Of all I've writ; The grace, the glory, and the best Piece ...
And your sunny years with a gracious wife Have brought you a daughter dear. "I watched her to-day; a more ...
Good Father!. 'Twas an eve in middle June, And war was waged anew By great Napoleon, who for years had ...
Work to do justice to find placed where you can fight to heal those who have been wronged to feed ...
How cool and fair this cellar where My throne a dusky cask is; To do no thing but just to ...
Here at the world's end the cold winds are beginning to blow. What messages have you for me, my master? ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
I 'But where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew, And her eyes were alive ...
The Saviour looked on Peter. Ay, no word, No gesture of reproach; the Heavens serene Though heavy with armed justice, ...
Gumtree in the city street, Hard bitumen around your feet, Rather you should be In the cool world of leafy ...
Down thy valleys, Ireland, Ireland, Down thy valleys green and sad, Still thy spirit wanders wailing, Wanders wailing, wanders mad. ...
I think she sleeps: it must be sleep, when low Hangs that abandoned arm toward the floor; The face turned ...
Sir, Our times are much degenerate from those Which your sweet muse with your fair fortune chose, And as complexions ...
1 We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day. Who in May admire trees flowering Are better than those ...
Take note, passers-by, of the sharp erosions Eaten in my head-stone by the wind and rain -- Almost as if ...
What but the love of God could have softened And made forgiving the people of Spoon River Toward me who ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
I lay beneath the pine trees, And looked aloft, where, through The dusky, clustered tree-tops, Gleamed rent, gay rifts of ...
My crippled sense fares bow'd along His uncompanioned way, And wronged by death pays life with wrong And I wake ...
He's fast asleep. See how, O Wife, Night's finger on the lip of life Bids whist the tongue, so prattle-rife, ...
At midnight, death's and truth's unlocking time, When far within the spirit's hearing rolls The great soft rumble of the ...
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