The Grog-an’Grumble Steeplechase (Henry Lawson Poems)
'Twixt the coastline and the border lay the town of Grog-an'-Grumble In the days before the bushman was a dull ...
'Twixt the coastline and the border lay the town of Grog-an'-Grumble In the days before the bushman was a dull ...
Jack Denver died on Talbragar when Christmas Eve began, And there was sorrow round the place, for Denver was a ...
The squatter saw his pastures wide Decrease, as one by one The farmers moving to the west Selected on his ...
Listen my children and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in ...
Through the Plagues of Egyp' we was chasin' Arabi, Gettin' down an' shovin' in the sun; An' you might 'ave ...
'A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a ...
Until the Desert knows That Water grows His Sands suffice But let him once suspect That Caspian Fact Sahara dies ...
The Clouds their Backs together laid The North begun to push The Forests galloped till they fell The Lightning played ...
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried ...
There is an inn, a merry old inn beneath an old grey hill, And there they brew a beer so ...
I have not brought my Odyssey With me here across the sea; But you'll remember, when I say How, when ...
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
Have you gazed on naked grandeur where there's nothing else to gaze on, Set pieces and drop-curtain scenes galore, Big ...
Whenever I go by there nowadays And look at the rank weeds and the strange grass, The torn blue curtains ...
It was while we held our races -- Hurdles, sprints and steplechases -- Up in Dandaloo, That a crowd of ...
"I'll introduce a friend!" he said, "And if you've got a vacant pen You'd better take him in the shed ...
Haunched like a faun, he hooed From grove of moon-glint and fen-frost Until all owls in the twigged forest Flapped ...
PART ONE The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed ...
It was on the 21st of March in the year of 1801, The British were at their posts every man; ...
Three jolly gentlemen, In coats of red, Rode their horses Up to bed. Three jolly gentlemen Snored till morn, Their ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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