The Little Leaven (Dame Mary Gilmore DBE Poems)
Poverty clad in its threadbare coat, Feeling its pocket for pence,Pitiful, patient, sorrowing, sad, Unknowing any ...
Poverty clad in its threadbare coat, Feeling its pocket for pence,Pitiful, patient, sorrowing, sad, Unknowing any ...
They grouped together about the chief, And each man looked on his fate, Should ever the sound of a restless ...
Lord, Thou hast pitten me oot on the rock, Thou has beaten, me wi' Thy seas;Thy hand has ...
Dark woman of long grief, Whither go you today?I go, she said, where the winds go, ...
There came an old man down the road, And, oh, he whistled fine!He brought a tune from out ...
Good-night! . . . my darling sleeps so soundShe cannot hear me where she lies;White lilies watch the closed eyes,Red ...
He hath kissed me and burned me, he with his mouth;Hath sucked up my life and parched me with his ...
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