Mount Bukaroo (Henry Lawson Poem)
Only one old post is standing -- Solid yet, but only one -- Where the milking, and the branding, And ...
Only one old post is standing -- Solid yet, but only one -- Where the milking, and the branding, And ...
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' ...
The rafters are open to sun, moon, and star, Thistles and nettles grow high in the bar -- The chimneys ...
Now the tent poles are rotting, the camp fires are dead, And the possums may gambol in trees overhead; I ...
It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went, For you sought the greener patches and you travelled ...
They stood by the door of the Inn on the Rise; May Carney looked up in the bushranger's eyes: `Oh! ...
Across the stony ridges, Across the rolling plain, Young Harry Dale, the drover, Comes riding home again. And well his ...
The night too quickly passes And we are growing old, So let us fill our glasses And toast the Days ...
Through the Plagues of Egyp' we was chasin' Arabi, Gettin' down an' shovin' in the sun; An' you might 'ave ...
There's no sense in going further -- it's the edge of cultivation," So they said, and I believed it -- ...
1901 ". . . and will supply details to guard the Blood River Bridge." District Orders-Lines of Communication, South African ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
It was not dying: everybody died. It was not dying: we had died before In the routine crashes-- and our ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more, and lay me in the shade. Old man, you've had your work ...
We chanced in passing by that afternoon To catch it in a sort of special picture Among tar-banded ancient cherry ...
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, Sweet-scented stuff when ...
A nearness to Tremendousness -- An Agony procures -- Affliction ranges Boundlessness -- Vicinity to Laws Contentment's quiet Suburb -- ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Everything has its limit, including sorrow. A windowpane stalls a stare. Nor does a grill abandon a leaf. One may ...
Overhead the tree-tops meet, Flowers and grass spring 'neath one's feet; There was nought above me, and nought below, My ...
There was movement at the station, for the word has passed around That the colt from old Regret had got ...
"He ought to be home," said the old man, "without there's something amiss. He only went to the Two-mile -- ...
My Country The love of field and coppice Of green and shaded lanes, Of ordered woods and gardens Is running ...
The mountains and glens of Aberfoyle are beautiful to sight, Likewise the rivers and lakes are sparkling and bright; And ...
I lash and writhe against my prison bars, And watch with sullen eyes the gaping crowd . . Give me ...
My Country The love of field and coppice Of green and shaded lanes, Of ordered woods and gardens Is running ...
Out of the earth to rest or range Perpetual in perpetual change, The unknown passing through the strange. Water and ...
Smiles soon abate; the boisterous throes Of anger long burst forth; Inconstantly the south-wind blows, But steadily the north. Thy ...
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