The Bulletin Hotel (Henry Lawson Poems)
I was drifting in the drizzle past the Cecil in the Strand-Which, I'm told, is very tony-and its front looks ...
I was drifting in the drizzle past the Cecil in the Strand-Which, I'm told, is very tony-and its front looks ...
(A certain little renegade of the Revolution chants ahymn of praise to his erstwhile enemy.) Behold! The helots of the land Are ...
I want you to continue writing because I will not always be around With lips that will never touch mine ...
(With apologies to the singer of the "Song of the Banjo".) I'm a homely little bit of tin and bone; ...
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