Ruth (Henry Lawson Poems)
All is well-in a prison-to-night, and the warders are crying 'All's Well!'I must speak, for the sake of my heart-if ...
All is well-in a prison-to-night, and the warders are crying 'All's Well!'I must speak, for the sake of my heart-if ...
A son of elder sons I am, Whose boyhood days were cramped and scant,Through ages of domestic sham And family lies and ...
AT A POINT where the old road crosses The river, and turns to the right,I'd camped with the team; and the ...
I.We wrote and sang of a bush we never Had known in youth in the Western land;Of the dear old homes ...
They lifted her out of a story Too sordid and selfish by far,They left me the innocent glory Of love that was pure ...
Over there, above the jetty, stands the mansion of the Vardens,With a tennis ground and terrace, and a flagstaff in ...
Texas Jack, you are amusin'. By Lord Harry, how I laughedWhen I seen yer rig and saddle with its bulwarks ...
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 ...
The nearer camp fires lighted, The distant beacons bright-The horsemen on the skyline Are closing in to-night!My brothers, Oh my brothers! Lie down ...
While they struggle on exhausted, While they plough through bog and flood,While they drag their sick and wounded Where the tracks are ...
He shall live to the end of this mad old world, he has lived since the world began,He never has ...
I REMARKED that man is saddest, and his heart is filled with woe,When he hasn't any money, and his pants ...
Set me back for twenty summers- For I'm tired of cities now-Set my feet in red-soil furrows And my hands upon the ...
DRUMS of all that's right and wrong-of love and hate and scorn,And the new-born baby hears them and it wails ...
She's milking in the rain and dark, As did her mother in the past.The wretched shed of poles and bark, Rent by ...
I WORKED with father in the bush At splitting rails and palings.He never was unkind to me, Although he "had his failings:"And ...
He's somewhere up in Queensland, The old folks used to say;He's somewhere up in Queensland, The people say to-day.But Somewhere (up in ...
Oh, the wild black swans fly westward still, While the sun goes down in glory-And away o'er lonely plain and hill Still ...
Oh, Scotty, have you visited the Picture Gallery,And did you see the portraits of the King and Queen and me?The ...
LO, the gods of Vice and Mammon from their pinnacles are hurledBy the workers' new religion, which is oldest in ...
Weary old wife, with the bucket and cow,'How's your son Jack? and where is he now?'Haggard old eyes that turn ...
We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation's slime; Better a shred of a deep-dyed ...
Only one old post is standing -- Solid yet, but only one -- Where the milking, and the branding, And ...
And they heard the tent-poles clatter, And the fly in twain was torn - 'Tis the soiled rag of a ...
The schools marched in procession in happiness and pride, The city bands before them, the soldiers marched beside; Oh, starched ...
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