Booth’s Drum [1] (Henry Lawson Poems)
They were "ratty" they were hooted by the meanest and the least,When they woke the Drum of Glory long ago ...
They were "ratty" they were hooted by the meanest and the least,When they woke the Drum of Glory long ago ...
Monarch of Hannah's rocking-chair,With unclipped beard and unkempt hair,Sitting at ease by the kitchen fire, Nor heeding the wind and the ...
The strangest things and the maddest things, that a man can do or say,To the chaps and fellers and coves ...
Aul' Scotlan'! lan' o' cakes an' sang,O' gude pease scones an' kebbuck whang,Yer crumpy farls o' ait meal cake,An' barley ...
Beechwood fires are bright and clearIf the logs are kept a year,Chestnut's only good they say,If for logs 'tis laid ...
WAINAMOINEN'S WEDDING-SONGS.At the home of IlmarinenLong had they been watching, waiting,For the coming of the blacksmith,With his bride from Sariola.Weary ...
Stump-littered hillocks, desolate and bare,Can anyone believe you once were fair?Where are your former charms? Where did they go?Where is ...
I Thus, ever, towards the azure nightWhere there quivers a topaz sea,Will function in your evening lightThe Lilies, those clysters ...
There is a riverwhose waters run asleeprun run eversinging in the shallowsdumb in the hollowssleeping so deepand all the swallowsthat ...
The SailorI'd like to be a sailor - a sailor bold and bluff -Calling out, "Ship ahoy!" in manly tones ...
Oh, the lives of men, lives of men, In pattern-molds be run; But there's you, and me, and Bindlestiff- And ...
He reached the graveyard, - grass, death, oblivion,- He who had noticed how the world goes on. It must have ...
I'd like to be a baker, and come when morning breaks,Calling out, "Beeay-ko!" (that's the sound he makes) -Riding in ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
He'd been for years in Sydney "a-acting of the goat", His name was Joseph Swallow, "the Great Australian Pote", In ...
The Work of Her that went, The Toil of Fellows done -- In Ovens green our Mother bakes, By Fires ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
Our hired girl, she's 'Lizabuth Ann; An' she can cook best things to eat! She ist puts dough in our ...
When against earth a wooden heel Clicks as loud as stone on steel, When stone turns flour instead of flakes, ...
Down along the Snakebite River, where the overlanders camp, Where the serpents are in millions, all of the most deadly ...
The Moon's the North Wind's cooky. He bites it, day by day, Until there's but a rim of scraps That ...
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