Two parts the serpent has - Of men the enemies - The head and tail: the same Have won a mighty fame, Next to the cruel Fates; - So that, indeed, hence They once had great debates...
Moko, the Educated Ape is here, The pet of vaudeville, so the posters say, And every night the gaping people pay To see him in his panoply appear; To see him pad his paunch with dainty cheer,...
O fleece, billowing down to the shoulders! O curls! O perfume charged with languor! Ecstasy! To populate love's dark alcove, With memories sleeping tonight in your hair,...
They come to thee, the halt, the maimed, the blind, The devil-torn, the sick, the sore; Thy heart their well of life they find, Thine ear their open door.
One night when I went down Thames' side, in London Town, A heap of rags saw I, And sat me down close by. That thing could shout and bawl, But showed no face at all; When any steamer passed...
Said the hearse-horse to the coffin, "What the devil have you there? I may trot from court to square, Yet it neither swears nor groans, When I jolt it over stones." Said the coffin to the hearse-horse,...
There dwelt a widow learned and devout, Behind our hamlet on the eastern hill. Three sons she had, who went to find the world. They promised to return, but wandered still....
When the wars of the world seemed ended, and silent the distant drum, Ten years ago in Australia, I wrote of a war to come: And I pictured Australians fighting as their fathers fought of old...
There where the mighty mountains bare their fangs unto the moon; There where the sullen sun-dogs glare in the snow-bright, bitter noon, And the glacier-gutted streams sweep down at the clarion call of June: ...
Oh, the track through the scrub groweth ever more dreary, And lower and lower his grey head doth bow; For the swagman is old and the swagman is weary, He's been tramping for over a century now....
My hope and my love, we will go for a while into the wood, scattering the dew, where we will see the trout, we will see the blackbird on its nest; the deer and the buck calling, the little bird that is sweetest singing on the b...