The Sleeping Beauty (Henry Lawson Poems)
"Call that a yarn!" said old Tom Pugh, "What rot! I'll lay my hatI'll sling you a yarn worth more nor ...
Poems about lambing (13 Poems)
Eclogue 7: Meliboeus Corydon Thrysis (Publius Vergilius Maro Poems)
Daphnis beneath a rustling ilex-treeHad sat him down; Thyrsis and CorydonHad gathered in the flock, Thyrsis the sheep,And Corydon the ...
Eclogue VII (Virgil Poems)
MELIBOEUS, CORYDON, THYRSISDaphnis beneath a rustling ilex-treeHad sat him down; Thyrsis and CorydonHad gathered in the flock, Thyrsis the sheep,And ...
‘Tambaroora Jim’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
He never drew a sword to fight a dozen foes alone,Nor gave a life to save a life no better ...
Viroconium (Mary Webb Poems)
Virocon-Virocon-Still the ancient name rings onAnd brings, in the untrampled wheat,The tumult of a thousand feet.Where trumpets rang and men ...
Autumn, 1914 (Mary Webb Poems)
The scarlet-jewelled ashtree sighed - 'He cometh,For whom no wine is poured and no bee hummeth.'The huddled bean-sheaves under the ...
I Am The Mountainy Singer (Joseph Campbell Poems)
I am the mountainy singer-The voice of the peasant's dream,The cry of the wind on the wooded hill,The leap of ...
The Loafers’ Club (Anonymous Oceania Poems)
A club there is established here, whose name they say is Legion;From Melbourne to the Billabong they're known in every ...
The Murrumbidgee (Anonymous Oceania Poems)
Come, all you jolly natives, and I'll relate to youSome of my observations — adventures, too, a few.I've travelled about ...
A Forgotten Tale (Arthur Conan Doyle Poems)
'Say, what saw you on the hill, Campesino Garcia?' 'I saw my brindled heifer there, A trail of bowmen, spent ...
The Ramble-eer (Anonymous Oceania Poems)
The earth rolls on through empty space, its journey's never done;It's entered for a starry race throughout the kingdom come.And, ...
The Gift of the Sea (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
The dead child lay in the shroud, And the widow watched beside; And her mother slept, and the Channel swept ...
Saltbush Bill on the Patriarchs (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Come all you little rouseabouts and climb upon my knee; To-day, you see, is Christmas Day, and so it's up ...