Early Occult Memory Systems Of The Lower Midwest (B H Fairchild Poems)
In his fifth year the son, deep in the backseatof his father's Ford and the mysteriumof time, holds time in ...
Poems about swags (21 Poems)
The Author’s Farewell to the Bushmen (Henry Lawson Poems)
Some carry their swags in the Great North-West, Where the bravest battle and die,And a few have gone to their last ...
Swags Up! (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
Swags up! and yet I turn upon the way. The yellow hill against a dapple sky, With tufts and clumps of thorn, ...
The Smiths (Edwin Greenslade Murphy Poems)
We had many problems set us when Coolgardie was a camp,When the journey to the goldfields meant a coach-fare or ...
The Overlander (Anonymous Oceania Poems)
There's a trade you all know well — It's bringing cattle over:I'll tell you all about the time ...
The Song of the Sulky Stockman (C J Dennis Poems)
Come, let us sing with a right good ring (Sing hey for lifting lay, sing hey!)Of any old, sunny ...
Click Go The Shears, Boys (Anonymous Oceania Poems)
Out on the board the old shearer stands,Grasping his shears in his long, bony hands,Fixed is his gaze on a ...
Lazy Harry’s (Anonymous Oceania Poems)
Oh, we started down from Roto when the sheds had all cut out.We'd whips and whips of Rhino as we ...
On the road to Gundagai (Anonymous Oceania Poems)
Oh, we started down from Roto when the sheds had all cut out.We'd whips and whips of Rhino as we ...
The Wallaby Brigade (Anonymous Oceania Poems)
You often have been told of regiments brave and bold,But we are the bravest in the land;We're called the Tag-rag ...
The Free Selector (song of 1861) (Anonymous Oceania Poems)
Ye sons of industry, to you I belong,And to you I would dedicate a verse or a song.Rejoicing o'er the ...
The Great Grey Plain (Henry Lawson Poem)
Out West, where the stars are brightest, Where the scorching north wind blows, And the bones of the dead gleam ...
Sweeney (Henry Lawson Poem)
It was somewhere in September, and the sun was going down, When I came, in search of `copy', to a ...
Since Then (Henry Lawson Poem)
I met Jack Ellis in town to-day -- Jack Ellis -- my old mate, Jack -- Ten years ago, from ...
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 ...
The Shearers (Henry Lawson Poem)
No church-bell rings them from the Track, No pulpit lights theirblindness-- 'Tis hardship, drought, and homelessness That teach those Bushmen ...
Out Back (Henry Lawson Poem)
The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought, The cheque was spent that the ...
The Roaring Days (Henry Lawson Poem)
The night too quickly passes And we are growing old, So let us fill our glasses And toast the Days ...
Verses Turned… (John Betjeman Poem)
Across the wet November night The church is bright with candlelight And waiting Evensong. A single bell with plaintive strokes ...
Santa Claus in the Bush (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
It chanced out back at the Christmas time, When the wheat was ripe and tall, A stranger rode to the ...
The Billy-Goat Overland (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Come all ye lads of the droving days, ye gentlemen unafraid, I'll tell you all of the greatest trip that ...