The Song Of Old Joe Swallow (Henry Lawson Poem)
When I was up the country in the rough and early days, I used to work along ov Jimmy Nowlett's ...
When I was up the country in the rough and early days, I used to work along ov Jimmy Nowlett's ...
When the caravans of wool-teams climbed the ranges from the West, On a spur among the mountains stood `The Bullock-drivers' ...
We must suffer, husband and father, we must suffer, daughter and son, For the wrong we have taken part in ...
The old Jimmy Woodser comes into the bar Unwelcomed, unnoticed, unknown, Too old and too odd to be drunk with, ...
It was built of bark and poles, and the floor was full of holes Where each leak in rainy weather ...
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
Glassmakers, at century's end, compounded metallic lusters in reference to natural sheens (dragonfly and beetle wings, marbled light on kerosene) ...
( A Poem in Remembrance) Bhaskar Roy Barman Jimmy, a black, snub-nosed bitch, a jaw shoved out, your eyes throwing ...
The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day; The score stood four to two, with but one inning ...
Barbarous insult to Yeats' memory and Claudel's Allen, thank God you are dead, you who breathed the air of Apollinaire, ...
(or 'Huddersfield the Second Poetry Capital of England Re-visited') What was it Janice Simmons said to me as James lay ...
for Ken Kesey and his merry pranksters in a bus called 'Further...' Dear _______ and here's where the problem begins ...
Alone in Sutton with Fynbos my orange cat A long weekend of wind and rain drowning The tumultuous flurry of ...
JIMMY WIMBLETON listened a first week in June. Ditches along prairie roads of Northern Illinois Filled the arch of night ...
THERE is something terrible about a hurdy-gurdy, a gipsy man and woman, and a monkey in red flannel all stopping ...
By the winding Wollondilly where the weeping willows weep, And the shepherd, with his billy, half awake and half asleep, ...
There's a dashin' sort of boy Which they call his Party's Joy, And his smile-that-won't-come-off would quite disarm ye; And ...
You never heard tell of the story? Well, now, I can hardly believe! Never heard of the honour and glory ...
Born of a thoroughbred English race, Well proportioned and closely knit, Neat, slim figure and handsome face, Always ready and ...
Now when I have a cold I am careful with my cold, I consult a physician And I do as ...
I mind as 'ow the night afore that show Us five got talking, -- we was in the know, "Over ...
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