Cypher Seven [07] (Henry Lawson Poems)
The nearer camp fires lighted, The distant beacons bright-The horsemen on the skyline Are closing in to-night!My brothers, Oh my brothers! Lie down ...
The nearer camp fires lighted, The distant beacons bright-The horsemen on the skyline Are closing in to-night!My brothers, Oh my brothers! Lie down ...
Don Carlos, in a merry spight,Did Stella to his house invite:He entertain'd her half a yearWith generous wines and costly ...
"Now there stood by the cross of Jesus his mother."O wondrous mother! since the dawn of timeWas ever love, was ...
I know of a landWhere hair does not grey, and where time's rule is banned,Where sun does not burn, and ...
IMPRIMIS — My departed Shade I trust To Heav'n — My Body to the silent Dust; My Name to publick Censure I submit, To be dispos'd of as the World thinks fit; My Vice and Folly let Oblivion close, The World already is o'erstock'd with those; My Wit I give, as Misers give their Store, To those who think they had enough before. Bestow my Patience to compose the Lives Of slighted Virgins and neglected Wives; To modish Lovers I resign my Truth, My cool Reflexion to unthinking Youth; And some Good-nature give ('tis my Desire) To surly Husbands, as their Needs require; And first discharge my Funeral — and then To the small Poets I bequeath my Pen. Let a small Sprig (true Emblem of my Rhyme) Of blasted Laurel on my Hearse recline; Let some grave Wight, that struggles for Renown, By chanting Dirges through a Market-Town, With gentle Step precede the solemn Train; A broken Flute upon his Arm shall lean. Six comick Poets may the Corse surround, And All Free-holders, if they can be found: Then follow next the melancholy Throng, As shrewd Instructors, who themselves are wrong. The Virtuoso, rich in Sun-dry'd Weeds, The Politician, whom no Mortal heeds, The silent Lawyer, chamber'd all the Day, And the stern Soldier that receives no Pay. But stay — the Mourners shou'd be first our Care, Let the freed Prentice lead the Miser's Heir; Let the young Relict wipe her mournful Eye, And widow'd Husbands o'er their Garlick cry. All this let my Executors fulfil, And rest assur'd that this is Mira's Will, Who was, when she these Legacies design'd, In Body healthy, and compos'd in Mind. (Mary Leapor)
SO at last a toll they'll levy For the passing fool who sings-Take the harp grown dull and heavy (With the dried ...
MY dear, lost mother, it is midnight now,The sky is dark and starless, and the earthSeems bound as with a ...
Serene, complacent, satisfied, Content with things that be; The paragon of paltriness Upraised for all to see; With loving pride he cherishes His mediocrity! The smirking, ...
ON SEEING HER AS JULIET.OH, thou art wondrous fair! I did not dreamThus to behold the fancy of the great,Immortal ...
IAt twenty we fancied the blest Middle Ages A spirited cross of romantic and grand,All templars and minstrels and ladies and ...
CALL on the present day and night for nought,Save what by yesterday was brought.——-THE sea is flowing ever,The land retains ...
HE LONGED to be a Back-Blocks Bard, And fame he wished to win-He wrote at night and studied hard (He read The ...
All day long, at Scott's or Menzies', I await the gorging crowd,Panting, penned within a pantry, with the blowflies humming ...
Alas! alas! this wasted NightWith all its Jasmin-scented air,Its thousand stars, serenely bright!I lie alone, and long for you,Long for ...
O moon, fair lamp divinely lit! God set you in the sky To lead night's hosts, for darkness blind And ...
From Lake Como's depths ascending,With embankments steepStands a wooded headland, bendingWith majestic sweepTill its rugged shores, expanding,Join two charming bays,Now, ...
COME, sportive Fancy ! Come with me, and traceThe POET'S Attic home ! The lofty seatOf th' Heaven-tutor'd Nine ! ...
It is night-time when the saddest and the darkest memories haunt,When outside the printing office the most glaring posters flaunt,When ...
DEAD!-it was like a thunderboltTo hear that he was dead;Though for long weeks the words of fearCame from his dying ...
O thou, with ev'ry Virtue grac'd,Adorn'd with Wit, and Sense, and Taste;Who, with a Goodness unconfin'd,Delight'st in blessing human Kind,Whose ...
Tho' great Longinus claims thy aiding Hand,And hopes, thro' thee, t'instruct a barb'rous Land,Where vile Conceits the Pow'r of Wit ...
Midas, we are in story told,Turn'd every thing he touch'd to gold:He chipp'd his bread; the pieces roundGlitter'd like spangles ...
The Southern Muse--so long with drooping wing,--The Southern Muse, alas! too sad to sing--Her fair head drooped and dim her ...
TERCENTENNIAL CELEBRATIONAPRIL 23, 1864"Who claims our Shakespeare from that realm unknown,Beyond the storm-vexed islands of the deep,Where Genoa's roving mariner ...
After so many concurring petitionsFrom all ages and sexes, and all conditions,We come in the rear to present our folliesTo ...
O thou son of the dark locks and eloquent tongue,With the brain of a statesman sagacious, and strong,And the heart ...
Resolv'd my annual verse to pay,By duty bound, on Stella's day,Furnish'd with paper, pens, and ink,I gravely sat me down ...
When the earliest south winds softly blowOver the brown earth, and the waning snowIn the last days of the discrowned ...
Thy hands are like cool herbs that bring Balm to men's hearts, upon them laid; Thy lovely-petalled lips are madeAs any blossom ...
Thou, to whom the world unknownWith all its shadowy shapes, is shown;Who seest, appalled, the unreal scene,While fancy lifts the ...
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