For’ard’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away ...
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away ...
He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago, And his shingle bore the legend `Peter Anderson and Co.', ...
I. A MASTER of a country school Jump'd up one day from off his stool, Inspired with firm resolve to ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Many setups. At least as many falls. Winter is paralyzing the country, but not here. Here, the boys are impersonating ...
It was like chucking-out time In a rough Victorian pub Cherubic Dylan was first to go Lachrymose but with a ...
The clover was in blossom, an' the year was at the June, When Flap-jack Billy hit the town, likewise O'Flynn's ...
To Dawson Town came Percy Brown from London on the Thames. A pane of glass was in his eye, and ...
One of the Down and Out--that's me. Stare at me well, ay, stare! Stare and shrink--say! you wouldn't think that ...
Hot digitty dog! Now, ain't it queer, I've been abroad for over a year; Seen a helluva lot since then, ...
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon; The kid that handles the music-box was ...
It's cruel cold on the water-front, silent and dark and drear; Only the black tide weltering, only the hissing snow; ...
But yesterday I banked on fistic fame, Figgerin' I'd be a champion of the Ring. Today I've half a mind ...
GO(D) knows, my Martial, if we two could be To enjoy our days set wholly free; To the true life ...
I SAT with a dynamiter at supper in a German saloon eating steak and onions. And he laughed and told ...
I KNOW an ice handler who wears a flannel shirt with pearl buttons the size of a dollar, And he ...
In western fields of corn and northern timber lands, They talk about me, a saloon with a soul, The soft ...
Well, my daddy left home when I was three, and he didn't leave much to Ma and me, just this ...
How did you feel, you libertarians, Who spent your talents rallying noble reasons Around the saloon, as if Liberty Was ...
"Yes," said the sister with the little pinched face, The busy little sister with the funny little tract: - "This ...
He paid a Swede twelve bits an hour Just to invent a fancy style To spread the celebration paint So ...
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