The Last Review (Henry Lawson Poems)
Turn the light down, nurse, and leave me, while I hold my last review,For the Bush is slipping from me, ...
Turn the light down, nurse, and leave me, while I hold my last review,For the Bush is slipping from me, ...
We were challenged by The Dingoes - they're the pride of Squatter's Gap-To a friendly game of football on the ...
BLESS us, and save us! What's here?Pop!At a bound,A tiny brown creature, grotesque in his grace,Is sitting before us, and ...
ITHE white snow veils the earth's brown face, Strong frost has bound the veil in place-- Under the wide, clear, ...
Fred And Bill. Two twins were once born in a Bedfordshire home; Such events in the best managed households may ...
. I came up to-night to the station, the tramp had been longish and cold, My swag ...
I'll sing just now a little song,For you must understand,'Tis of a fine young gentleman,That left his native land-That bid ...
You doubtless read the papers,And as men of observation,Of course you watch the progressOf Chinese immigration—For thousands of these pigtail ...
Come, all you jolly natives, and I'll relate to youSome of my observations — adventures, too, a few.I've travelled about ...
I'll sing a little ditty, whichI trust you'll not think flat.Of a fine fat saucy ChinamanWho lives on Ballarat,Whose pigtail ...
Oh! Have you heard of the APPLE WINE!That out of Beer now takes the shine,If you have not then now's ...
Then roll the swag and blanket up,and let us haste awayto the Golden Palmer, boys,where everyone they say,can get his ...
We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation's slime; Better a shred of a deep-dyed ...
He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago, And his shingle bore the legend `Peter Anderson and Co.', ...
The diggings were just in their glory when Alister Cameron came, With recommendations, he told me, from friends and a ...
"Was I at Eureka?" His figure was drawn to a youthful height, And a flood of proud recollections made the ...
The night too quickly passes And we are growing old, So let us fill our glasses And toast the Days ...
1 A CALIFORNIA song! A prophecy and indirection-a thought impalpable, to breathe, as air; A chorus of dryads, fading, departing-or ...
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