Mostly Slavonic (Henry Lawson Poems)
I.-Peter MichaelovIt was Peter the Barbarian put an apron in his bagAnd rolled up the honoured bundle that Australians call ...
I.-Peter MichaelovIt was Peter the Barbarian put an apron in his bagAnd rolled up the honoured bundle that Australians call ...
SO YER trav'lin' for yer pleasure while yer writin' for the press?An' yer huntin' arter "copy"?-well, I've heer'd o' that. ...
A writer wrote of the hearts of men, and he followed their tracks afar;For his was a spirit that forced ...
From Australia.OH, tell me, God of Battles! Oh, say what is to come!The King is in his trenches, the millionaire ...
The camp of high-class spielers, Who sneered in summer dress,And doo-dah dilettante, And scornful "venuses"-House agents, and storekeepers, All eager they to "bleed"-The bards ...
Ye children of the Land of Gold, I sing a song to you,And if the jokes are somewhat old, The main idea ...
There'll be royal times in Sydney for the Cuff and Collar Push, There'll be lots of dreary drivel and clap-trapFrom the ...
A dusty clearing in the scrubs Of barren, western lands-Where, out of sight, or sign of hope The wretched school-house stands;A roof ...
Some born of homely parents For ages settled down-The steady generations Of village, farm, and town:And some of dusky fathers Who wandered since ...
They took dead Cromwell from his grave, And stuck his head on high;The Merry Monarch and his men, They laughed as they ...
The shipping-office clerks are 'short,' the manager is gruff-'They cannot make reductions,' and 'the fares are low enough.'They ship us ...
I LISTENED through the music and the sounds of revelry,And all the hollow noises of that year of Jubilee;I heard ...
The battlefield behind us, And night loomed on the track;The Friends of Fallen Fortunes Were riding at my back.Save those who lay ...
It is night-time when the saddest and the darkest memories haunt,When outside the printing office the most glaring posters flaunt,When ...
When we've arrived by boat or rail, and feeling pretty well, And humped our heavy gladstones to the Great Norsouth Hotel; And ...
You may roam the wide seas over, follow, meet, and cross the sun,Sail as far as ships can sail, and ...
Against the light of a dawning white My Skyline Riders stand-There is trouble ahead for a dark year dead And the selfish ...
No one lives in Golden Gully, for its golden days are o'er,And its clay shall never sully blucher-boots of diggers ...
It has a "point" of neither sex But comes in guise of both,And, doubly dangerous complex, It is a thing to loathe-A ...
When you see a man come walking down through George Street loose and free,Suit of saddle tweed and soft shirt, ...
FROM Crow's Nest here by Sydney town Where crows had nests of oldI see the Range where day goes down- The dim ...
Of home, name and wealth and ambition bereft- We are children of fortune and luck:They deny there's a shred of our ...
He has notions of Australia from the tales that he's been told-Land of leggings and revolvers, land of savages and ...
The East is dead and the West is done, and again our course lies thusSouth-east by Fate and the Rising Sun ...
WHO'LL WEAR the beaten colours-and cheer the beaten men?Who'll wear the beaten colours, till our time comes again?Where sullen crowds ...
WE THROW us down on the dusty plain When the gold has gone from the west,But we rise and tramp on ...
'TIS sunrise over Watson, Where I sailed out to sea,On that wild run to London That wrecked and ruined me.The beauty of ...
THEY CHEERED him from the wharf-it was a glorious day:His hand went to his scarf-his thoughts were far away.Oh, he ...
There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not,On the desolate flats where gaunt appletrees rot.Where the brooding old ...
'Tis a legend of the bushmen from the days of Cunningham,When he opened up the country and the early squatters ...
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