On the Wallaby (Henry Lawson Poem)
Now the tent poles are rotting, the camp fires are dead, And the possums may gambol in trees overhead; I ...
Now the tent poles are rotting, the camp fires are dead, And the possums may gambol in trees overhead; I ...
From Woolwich and Brentford and Stamford Hill, from Richmond into the Strand, Oh, the Cockney soul is a silent soul ...
The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought, The cheque was spent that the ...
(a) they seek to celebrate the word not to bring their knives out on a poem dissecting it to find ...
The Banker's Fate They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
The Hunting The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow. "If only you'd spoken before! It's excessively awkward to mention ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Here, whence all have departed orwill do, here airless, where that witchy ball wanted, fought toward, dreamed of, all a ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
"Hullo, young Jones! with your tie so gay And your pen behind your ear; Will you mark my cheque in ...
This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain: "Send not your foolish and feeble; send ...
"Miss Rosemary," I dourly said, "Our balance verges on the red, We must cut down our overhead. One of the ...
If thy soul cheque thee that I come so near, Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy 'Will,' ...
That god forbid that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at ...
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell, Will play the tyrants ...
When I consider every thing that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment, That this huge stage presenteth nought ...
Across the Queensland border line The mobs of cattle go; They travel down in sun and shine On dusty stage, ...
"I'll introduce a friend!" he said, "And if you've got a vacant pen You'd better take him in the shed ...
It was shearing time at the Myall Lake, And then rose the sound through the livelong day Of the constant ...
"You come and see me, boys," he said; "You'll find a welcome and a bed And whisky any time you ...
The Maoris are a mighty race -- the finest ever known; Before the missionaries came they worshipped wood and stone; ...
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