Old Stone Chimney (Henry Lawson Poems)
The rising moon on the peaks was blending Her silver light with the sunset glow,When a swagman came as the day was ...
The rising moon on the peaks was blending Her silver light with the sunset glow,When a swagman came as the day was ...
A day of seeming innocence,A glorious sun and sky,And, just above my picket fence,Black Bonnet passing by.In knitted gloves and ...
We trucked the cows to Homebush, saw the girls, and started back,Went West through Cunnamulla, and got to the Eulo ...
If I call, will you hear me, O comrades of mine,When the sky in the East holds the grey of ...
Tell me not, in doctored numbers,Life is but a name for work!For the labour that encumbersMe I wish that I ...
Our Skeeta was married, our Skeeta! the tomboy and pet of the ...
The Western sun, ere he sought his lair, Skimm'd the treetops, and ...
The news came down on the Castlereagh, and went to the world at large,That twenty thousand travelling sheep, with Saltbush ...
Turn out, boys! — "What's up with our super. to-night? The man's mad — Two hours to daybreak I'd swear ...
It was the middle of the drought; the ground was hot and bare,You might search for grass with a microscope, ...
He was tall and tough and stringy, with the shoulders of an axeman,Broad and loose, with greenhide muscles, and a ...
When Morgan crossed the Murray to Peechelba and doomA sombre silent shadow rode with him through the gloom.The wild things ...
Come, Stumpy, old man, we must shift while we can; All our mates in the paddock are dead.Let us wave ...
The saddle was hung on the stockyard rail,And the poor old horse stood whisking his tail,For there never was seen ...
I'm a broken-down old squatter, my cash it is all gone, Of troubles and bad seasons I complain;My ...
The sun peers o'er yon wooded ridge and thro' the forest dense,Its golden edge o'er the mountain ledge looks down ...
A day of seeming innocence, A glorious sun and sky, And, just above my picket fence, Black Bonnet passing by. ...
An hour before the sun goes down Behind the ragged boughs, I go across the little run And bring the ...
So you rode from the range where your brothers "select," Through the ghostly grey bush in the dawn--- You rode ...
October - and the skies are cool and gray O'er stubbles emptied of their latest sheaf, Bare meadow, and the ...
The news came down on the Castlereagh, and went to the world at large, That twenty thousand travelling sheep, with ...
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