Petition From A Lazeretto (John Pierpont Poems)
Sir,From the Lazaretto's lofty cells,Where Freedom comes not, but where Hunger dwells,Where floors, walls, ceilings,—all of Malta stone,—Have long replied ...
Poems about bull-dog (15 Poems)
The Peace Convention At Brussels (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
STILL in thy streets, O Paris! doth the stainOf blood defy the cleansing autumn rain;Still breaks the smoke Messina's ruins ...
Captain Von Esson of the “Sebastopol” (Henry Lawson Poems)
Of his beauty, or stature, or colour of hair I hadn't the slightest hint,But he comes to me as a little ...
Lee To The Rear (John Reuben Thompson Poems)
Dawn of a pleasant morning in May,Broke through the Wilderness cool and gray;While perched in the tallest tree-tops, the birdsWere ...
A Business Transaction (James Jeffrey Roche Poems)
To Amsterdam and its Commodore,I over his pipe and his eau-de-vie,A flibote skimming the Texel shoreBrought serious news for the ...
No! (Jessie Pope Poems)
By bridge and battery, town and trench,They're fighting with bull-dog pluck;Not one, from Tommy to General French,Is down upon his ...
The Outpost (Jessie Pope Poems)
The dying sunset's slanting raysIncarnadine the soldier's deed,His sturdy countenance betraysThe bull-dog breed.Not his to shun the stubborn fight,The struggle ...
A Freak of Spring (C J Dennis Poems)
At any other time of yearIt might have passed, but Spring is queer. He says somethin' - I dunno - ...
Ballad of Queensland (Anonymous Oceania Poems)
Oh! don't you remember Black Alice, Sam Holt -Black Alice so dusky and dark -That Warrego gin with the straw ...
Colonial Experience (Anonymous Oceania Poems)
When first I came to Sydney CoveAnd up and down the streets did rove,I thought such sights I ne'er did ...
Thick-headed Thoughts: Part 1 (Adam Lindsay Gordon Poems)
I've something of the bull-dog in my breed, The spaniel is developed somewhat less;While life is in me I can ...
The Ballad Of The Ice-Worm Cocktail (Robert William Service Poems)
To Dawson Town came Percy Brown from London on the Thames. A pane of glass was in his eye, and ...
Was It You? (Robert William Service Poems)
"Hullo, young Jones! with your tie so gay And your pen behind your ear; Will you mark my cheque in ...
The Reverend Mullineux (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
I'd reckon his weight as eight-stun-eight, And his height as five-foot-two, With a face as plain as an eight-day clock ...
Johnson’s Antidote (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Down along the Snakebite River, where the overlanders camp, Where the serpents are in millions, all of the most deadly ...