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Talbragar
© Henry Lawson
JACK DENVER died on Talbragar when Christmas Eve began,
And there was sorrow round the place, for Denver was a man;
Jack Denvers wife bowed down her headher daughters grief was wild,
And big Ben Duggan by the bed stood sobbing like a child.
But big Ben Duggan saddled up, and galloped fast and far,
To raise the biggest funeral ever seen on Talbragar.
The Pavement Stones :A Song of the Unemployed
© Henry Lawson
WHEN first I came to town, resolved
To fight my way alone,
Contemplando nas coisas do mundo desde o seu retiro
© Gregorio de Matos Guerra
Neste mundo é mais rico o que mais rapa: quem mais limpo se faz, tem mais carepa;
Com sua língua, ao nobre o vil decepa.
O velhaco maior sempre tem capa.
A LHirondelle
© André Marie de Chénier
Fille de Pandion, ô jeune Athénienne,
La cigale est ta proie, hirondelle inhumaine,
Non Dolet!
© Edith Wharton
So weary a world it lies, forlorn of day,
And yet not wholly dark,
Since evermore some soul that missed the mark
Calls back to those agrope
In the mad maze of hope,
Courage, my brothersI have found the way!
Johannis Trottii Epitaphium
© Andrew Marvell
Charissimo Filio &c.
Pater & Mater &c.
funebrem tabulam curavimus.
Age Marmor, & pro solita tua hxmanitate,
The Mermaidens' Vesper-Hymn
© George Darley
Troop home to silents grots and caves!
Troop home! And mimic as you go
The mournful winding of the waves
Which to their dark abysses flow!
Sappho to Phaon (Ovid Heroid XV)
© Alexander Pope
Say, lovely youth, that dost my heart command,
Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sappho's hand?
Washing the Dishes
© Christopher Morley
WHEN we on simple rations sup
How easy is the washing up!
But heavy feeding complicates
The task by soiling many plates.
Market Day
© John Clare
With arms and legs at work and gentle stroke
That urges switching tail nor mends his pace,
Comen Hwome
© William Barnes
As clouds did ride wi' heästy flight.
An' woods did swäy upon the height,
Finery
© Ann Taylor
IN an elegant frock, trimm'd with beautiful lace,
And hair nicely curl'd, hanging over her face,
Young Fanny went out to the house of a friend,
With a large little party the evening to spend.
To The First Born
© Louisa May Alcott
WELCOME, welcome, little stranger,
Fear no harm, and fear no danger;
On The Road
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
October, and eleven after dark:
Both mist and night. Among us in the coach
Sonnet 92: Be Your Words Made
© Sir Philip Sidney
Be your words made, good sir, of Indian ware,
That you allow me them by so small rate?
The False Heart
© Hilaire Belloc
I said to Heart, "How goes it?" Heart replied:
'Right as a Ribstone Pippin!' But it lied.
Gold
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
WHEN life wakened in the Spring
All the world was gold and green!
Sunlight lay on everything,
Sailing cloud and soaring wing,
Emerald banks where snow had been,
Drifts of daffodils between.
Graves At Christiania
© Katharine Lee Bates
WE bore them their own wild heather
And ash-boughs jeweled red,
