Clear River twists nine times about Clear River; but so deep That none can see the green sand. You hear the birds about Clear River: Dik, dik, dik, dik, Diu dik.
Where the ironbarks are hanging leaves disconsolate and pale, Where the wild vines o'er the ranges their spilt cream of blossom trail, By the door of the bark humpey, by the rotting blood-wood gates,...
As I came round the harbor buoy, The lights began to gleam, No wave the land-locked water stirred, The crags were white as cream; And I marked my love by candle-light Sewing her long white seam....
The loveliest face! I turned to her Shut in 'mid savage rocks and trees; - 'Twas in the May-time of the year, And our two hearts were filled with ease - And pointed where a wild-rose grew,...
I bore with thee long weary days and nights, Through many pangs of heart, through many tears; I bore with thee, thy hardness, coldness, slights, For three and thirty years. ...
Thus says the prophet of the Turk, Good Mussulman, abstain from pork; There is a part in every swine No friend of follower of mine May taste, whate'er his inclination, On pain of excommunication....
Though you are in your shining days, Voices among the crowd And new friends busy with your praise, Be not unkind or proud, But think about old friends the most: Time's bitter flood will rise,...
Dost thou remember, Love, those hours Shot o'er with random rainy showers, When the bold sun would woo coy May? She smiled, then wept - and looked another way.
The Love that speaks in word and kiss, That dyes the cheek and fires the eye, Through surface signs of shallow bliss That, quickly born, may quickly die; Sweet, sweet are these to man and woman;...
This is the pay-day up at the mines, when the bearded brutes come down; There's money to burn in the streets to-night, so I've sent my klooch to town,...
The rhyme o' The Raggedy Man's 'at's best Is Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs, - 'Cause that-un's the strangest of all o' the rest, An' the worst to learn, an' the last one guessed,...
The burn was big wi' spate, An' there cam' tum'lin' doon Tapsalteerie the half o' a gate, Wi' an auld fish-hake an' a great muckle skate, An' a lum hat wantin' the croon! ...
Since Man first lifted up his eyes to hers And saw her vampire beauty, which is lust, All else is dust Within the compass of the universe. With heart of Jael and with face of Ruth...
The Text is given verbatim et literatim from John Aubrey's MS. of his Remains of Gentilisme & Judaisme (1686-7) in the Lansdowne MSS., No. 231, folio 114 recto and verso. This text has often been printed before, but always with...
It was a phantom of delight When first it gleamed upon my sight, A scholarly distinction, sent To be a student's ornament. The hood was rich beyond compare, The gown was a unique affair....
What hast thou seen, O wind, Of beauty or of terror Surpassing, denied to us, That with precipitate wings, Mad and ecstatical, Thou spurnest the hollows and trees That offer thee refuge of peace,...