The Anti-Socialist (C J Dennis Poems)
'Tis morn.An individualistic cockProclaims the fact.The dissipated cat sneaks home forlorn.'Tis time to get up and act!'Tis eight o'clock!The stern ...
'Tis morn.An individualistic cockProclaims the fact.The dissipated cat sneaks home forlorn.'Tis time to get up and act!'Tis eight o'clock!The stern ...
The criminal of other daysWas tortured in outlandish ways;Upon the rack they'd break his backOr at the stake they'd burn ...
John Gilbert was a bushrangerOf terrible renownFor sticking lots of people upAnd shooting others down.John Gilbert said unto his pals,'Although ...
One-and-two-and-three-and-four --You're playing it by ear, boy! Eyes upon the score! Miss Trapp, the music teacher, very prim and staid, ...
Wait Mister. Which way is home?They turned the light outand the dark is moving in the corner.There are no sign ...
I read a book about John Dos Passos and according tothe book once radical-communistJohn ended up in the Hollywood Hills ...
ONCE more permit me, nuns, and this the last; I can't resist, whatever may have passed, But must relate, what ...
A DEMON, blacker in his skin than heart, So great a charm was prompted to impart; To one in love, ...
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place, The last effusions of my muse to grace. O charming Phillis! may ...
Remorse -- is Memory -- awake -- Her Parties all astir -- A Presence of Departed Acts -- At window ...
The Ekka institution bares us all, though call it Exhibition, Royal Queensland Show, it's that time of year when you ...
I HEAR it was charged against me that I sought to destroy institutions; But really I am neither for nor ...
Child, the current of your breath is six days long. You lie, a small knuckle on my white bed; lie, ...
After they passed beneath us I could tell more would be coming, beneath the sand, under the bejeweled sky, under ...
Wait Mister. Which way is home? They turned the light out and the dark is moving in the corner. There ...
The opening scene. The yellow, coal-fed fog Uncurling over the tainted city river, A young girl rowing and her anxious ...
It was somewhere up the country, in a land of rock and scrub, That they formed an institution called the ...
'Twas in the year of 1888, and on the 19th of November, Which the friends of the late Ex-Provost Rough ...
Alas! Sir John Ogilvy is dead, aged eighty-seven, But I hope his soul is now in heaven; For he was ...
His first infidelity was a mistake, but not as big As her false pregnancy. Later, the boy found out He ...
This institution, perhaps one should say enterprise out of respect for which one says one need not change one's mind ...
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