A Message: Armistice Day 1936 (C J Dennis Poems)
I got dreamin' that a message come in some mysterious way From one ole pal of mine, gone West this ...
I got dreamin' that a message come in some mysterious way From one ole pal of mine, gone West this ...
Listening (said the old, grey Digger) . . . With my finger on the trigger I was listening in the ...
'Tis an eerie thing o'er the moor to fare When the eddies of peat-smoke justle, When the wraiths of ...
Said the Digger: "Soon forgot! Soon forgot, the deeds of war. Better so, may be. . . Why not? Beauty ...
We have heard it. Oft we heard it long before we came of age.In whatever fields we practise, art whatever ...
GARDENING is hardeningIn every way you view it;It makes a fellow hustle,And it strengthens every muscle;It knots up many a ...
He comes as a man who has lived 'mid men With the gloss and the polish off;And truth flows free ...
Kilmore cares not who comes nigh.But, with a calm, incurious eye,She sees the swift cars speeding by, Then turns again ...
All nail the dawn of a new day breaking,When a strong-armed nation shall take awayThe weary burdens from backs that ...
A FRIEND of mine said yesterday: "There goes a man across the way Who paid ten thousand dollars for a ...
Dargo is a dark-haired lass Prone to independent ways;Few men know her, fewer pass, Where her pleasant river playsBut the ...
Dear Comrade: In the game of politicsA Senator gits quite enough of kicks Without 'is photer sittin' in the press ...
The digger's cultured daughter: Her youth was wildly free.Now by the placid water Of tree-girt WendoureeShe walks, a gracious lady, ...
I have never feared death Even though Its hands were more fragile Than banality. I dread, however, to die In ...
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy ...
When I was up the country in the rough and early days, I used to work along ov Jimmy Nowlett's ...
Fire lighted; on the table a meal for sleepy men; A lantern in the stable; a jingle now and then; ...
"Was I at Eureka?" His figure was drawn to a youthful height, And a flood of proud recollections made the ...
Roll up, Eureka's heroes, on that grand Old Rush afar, For Lalor's gone to join you in the big camp ...
Over back where they speak of life as staying ('You couldn't call it living, for it ain't'), There was an ...
"I've been where it hurts." the Kid He becomes Sierra Kid I passed Slimgullion, Morgan Mine, Camp Seco, and the ...
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