The Poet’s Calendar
The Poet’s Calendar by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow JANUARY Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues and gates, The years that through
The Making of the Long Serpent
The Making of the Long Serpent by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Thorberg Skafting, master-builder, In his ship-yard by the sea, Whistling, said, “It would bewilder Any man but Thorberg Skafting, Any man but me!”
The Courtship of Miles Standish
The Courtship of Miles Standish by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow In the Old Colony days, in Plymouth the land of the Pilgrims, To and fro in a room of his simple and primitive dwelling, Clad
Haunted Houses
Haunted Houses by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow All houses wherein men have lived and died Are haunted houses. Through the open doors The harmless phantoms on their errands glide, With feet that make no sound upon
One Hundred and Three
One Hundred and Three by Henry Lawson With the frame of a man, and the face of a boy, and a manner strangely wild, And the great, wide, wondering, innocent eyes of a silent-suffering
Sons of the South
Sons of the South by Henry Lawson Sons of the South, awake! arise! Son of the South, and do. Banish from under your bonny skies Those old-world errors and wrongs and lies. Making a
The Story of the Oracle
The Story of the Oracle by Henry Lawson (1867-1922) The Story of the Oracle “We young fellows,” said “Sympathy Joe” to Mitchell, after tea, in their first camp west the river — “and you
The Shanty-Keeper’s Wife
The Shanty-Keeper’s Wife by Henry Lawson (1867-1922) The Shanty-Keeper’s Wife There were about a dozen of us jammed into the coach, on the box seat and hanging on to the roof and tailboard as
The Master’s Mistake
The Master’s Mistake by Henry Lawson (1867-1922) The Master’s Mistake William Spencer stayed away from school that hot day, and “went swimming”. The master wrote a note to William’s father, and gave it to
The Hero of Redclay
The Hero of Redclay by Henry Lawson (1867-1922) The Hero of Redclay The “boss-over-the-board” was leaning with his back to the wall between two shoots, reading a reference handed to him by a green-hand