One Hundred and Three (Henry Lawson Poems)
With the frame of a man, and the face of a boy, and a manner strangely wild,And the great, wide, ...
With the frame of a man, and the face of a boy, and a manner strangely wild,And the great, wide, ...
The Big rough boys from the runs out back were first where the balls flew free,And yelled in the slang ...
They were "ratty" they were hooted by the meanest and the least,When they woke the Drum of Glory long ago ...
I was welcome in a palace when the ball was at my feet,I was petted in a garden and my ...
Of his beauty, or stature, or colour of hair I hadn't the slightest hint,But he comes to me as a little ...
Now this is the song of a prison-a song of a gaol or jug-A ballad of quod or of chokey, ...
Ah, better the thud of the deadly gun, and the crash of the bursting shell,Than the terrible silence where drought ...
The shipping-office clerks are 'short,' the manager is gruff-'They cannot make reductions,' and 'the fares are low enough.'They ship us ...
'Tis no tale of heroism, 'tis no tale of storm and strife,But of ordinary boozing, and of dull domestic life-Of ...
A Rouseabout of rouseabouts, from any land-or none-I bear a nick-name of the bush, and I'm-a woman's son;I came from ...
Call this hot? I beg your pardon. Hot!-you don't know what it means.(What's that, waiter? lamb or mutton! Thank you-mine ...
LET the liar call me liar, And the robber call me thief.They can only fan the fire That is born of my ...
It was the Man from Waterloo, When work in town was slack,Who took the track as bushmen do, And humped his swag out ...
MACLEAY STREET looks to Mosman, Across the other side,With brave asphalted pavements And roadway clean and wide.Macleay Street hath its mansions, Its grounds ...
Wrap me up in me stockwhip and blanket, And bury me deep down below,Where this piffle and sham won't disgust me, In ...
Oh, do you hear the argument, far up above the skies?The voice of old Saint Peter, in expostulation rise?Growing shrill, ...
They can't hear in West o' London, where the worst dine with the best-Deaf to all save lies and laughter, ...
Oh, do you hear the argument, far up above the skies?The voice of old Saint Peter, in expostulation rise?Growing shrill, ...
It has a "point" of neither sex But comes in guise of both,And, doubly dangerous complex, It is a thing to loathe-A ...
THE Separated Women Go lying through the land,For they have plenty dresses, And money, too, in hand;They married brutes and drunkards And blackguards ...
The Wireless tells and the cable tellsHow our boys behaved by the Dardanelles.Some thought in their hearts "Will our boys ...
It is up from out the alleys, from the alleys dark and vile-It is up from out the alleys I ...
We must suffer, husband and father, we must suffer, daughter and son,For the wrong we have taken part in and ...
I was drifting in the drizzle past the Cecil in the Strand-Which, I'm told, is very tony-and its front looks ...
SING us a song in this cynical age, Sing us a song, my friend,While the Flesh and the Devil are all ...
Shrivelled leather, rusty buckles, and the rot is in our knuckles,Scorched for months upon the pommel while the brittle rein ...
IT IS New Year's Day and I rise to state that here on the Sydney sideThe Bards have commenced to ...
Sing the song of the reckless, who care not what they do;Sing the song of a sinner and the song ...
THERE has been many a grander deed since man had life to give, And thousands have gone to certain death, eyes ...
A black-sheep, from England, who worked on the run -Riding where the stockmen ride -He sat by the hut when ...
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