Since Then (Henry Lawson Poem)
I met Jack Ellis in town to-day -- Jack Ellis -- my old mate, Jack -- Ten years ago, from ...
I met Jack Ellis in town to-day -- Jack Ellis -- my old mate, Jack -- Ten years ago, from ...
I'm lyin' on the barren ground that's baked and cracked with drought, And dunno if my legs or back or ...
He'd been for years in Sydney "a-acting of the goat", His name was Joseph Swallow, "the Great Australian Pote", In ...
I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim -- Dick, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to ...
a starling sat on the roof (i don't know how young) croaking in an old man's voice cross with the ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
They spoke of Progress spiring round, Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward-- It is not true to say I frowned, ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
I Let others sing of gold and gear, the joy of being rich; But oh, the days when I was ...
Folk ask if I'm alive, Most think I'm not; Yet gaily I contrive To till my plot. The world its ...
There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have ...
What are we fighting for, We fellows who go to war? fighting for Freedom's sake! (You give me the belly-ache.) ...
The Wanderlust has lured me to the seven lonely seas, Has dumped me on the tailing-piles of dearth; The Wanderlust ...
A pair of blackbirds warring in the roses, one or two poppies losing their heads, the trampled lawn a battlefield ...
The stranger came from Narromine and made his little joke-- "They say we folks in Narromine are narrow-minded folk. But ...
The track that led to Carmody's is choked and overgrown, The suckers of the stringybark have made the place their ...
The news came down on the Castlereagh, and went to the world at large, That twenty thousand travelling sheep, with ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
Here we are, picking the first fern-shoots And saying: When shall we get back to our country? Here we are ...
'Twas the horse thief, Andy Regan, that was hunted like a dog By the troopers of the upper Murray side, ...
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