The City Bushman (Henry Lawson Poem)
It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went, For you sought the greener patches and you travelled ...
It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went, For you sought the greener patches and you travelled ...
in the wares before you spread, Types of all things may be read. 'NEATH the shadow Of these bushes, On ...
ONCE two persons uninvited Came to join my dinner table; For the nonce they lived united, Fox and crane yclept ...
I LATELY vowed to leave the nuns alone, So oft their freaks have in my page been shown. The subject ...
IF these gay tales give pleasure to the FAIR, The honour's great conferred, I'm well aware; Yet, why suppose the ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Seven tailored suits, matching shoes and socks, a brace of muted ties with subtle breast pocket handkerchiefs descried, you wouldn't ...
All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his ...
'Of course,' I said, 'we cannot hope to find What we are looking for in anyone; They glitter, maybe, but ...
crawl toward the machine guns except to freeze for explosions and flares. It was still ninety degrees at night in ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Time! on whose arbitrary wing The varying hours must flag or fly, Whose tardy winter, fleeting spring, But drag or ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
When sunset, a brass gong, vibrate through Couva, is then I see my soul, swiftly unsheathed, like a white cattle ...
GRIM monarch! see, depriv'd of vital breath, A young physician in the dust of death: Dost thou go on incessant ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name; But now ...
In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name; But now ...
So you're back from up the country, Mister Lawson, where you went, And you're cursing all the business in a ...
Beyond the land where Leichhardt went, Beyond Sturt's Western track, The rolling tide of change has sent Some strange J.P.'s ...
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