Sez You’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, And across the distant timber you can SEE the ...
Poems about sydney (31 Poems)
Sez You (Henry Lawson Poem)
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, And across the distant timber you can SEE the ...
Peter Anderson And Co. (Henry Lawson Poem)
He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago, And his shingle bore the legend `Peter Anderson and Co.', ...
The Captain of the Push (Henry Lawson Poem)
As the night was falling slowly down on city, town and bush, From a slum in Jones's Alley sloped the ...
Wide Spaces (Henry Lawson Poem)
When the man I was denounces all the things that I was not, When the true souls stand like granite, ...
The Rhyme of the Three Greybeards (Henry Lawson Poem)
He'd been for years in Sydney "a-acting of the goat", His name was Joseph Swallow, "the Great Australian Pote", In ...
The Song of the Cities (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
BOMBAY Royal and Dower-royal, I the Queen Fronting thy richest sea with richer hands -- A thousand mills roar through ...
Lichtenberg (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Smells are surer than sounds or sights To make your heart-strings crack-- They start those awful voices o' nights That ...
Bruise blue (Dale Harcombe Poem)
Frail as smoke, she drifts through the crowded train, bringing with her the cold ashes of poverty. Without a word, ...
The Church On Comiaken Hill (Richard Hugo Poem)
for Sydney Pettit The lines are keen against today's bad sky about to rain. We're white and understand why Indians ...
The Loss Of The Eurydice (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poem)
Foundered March 24. 1878 1 The Eurydice-it concerned thee, O Lord: Three hundred souls, O alas! on board, Some asleep ...
Albert Down Under (Marriott Edgar Poem)
Albert were what you'd call "thwarted". He had long had an ambition, which... Were to save up and go to ...
The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
What does it take? (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Is the current rate of global warming a serious and cogent warning? Do we need to think about the fact ...
Something to shout about (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Captain AJ Shout, VC, MC, MID (& bar), who died at Gallipoli of wounds and was posthumously awarded the VC, ...
Ah, that Murphy girl (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Let's talk about the weather then, would that help you take your ease? Gossip is so rare from you the ...
Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror (John Ashbery Poem)
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
In Defence of the Bush (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
So you're back from up the country, Mister Lawson, where you went, And you're cursing all the business in a ...
An Evening in Dandaloo (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
It was while we held our races -- Hurdles, sprints and steplechases -- Up in Dandaloo, That a crowd of ...
The Road to Gundagai (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
The mountain road goes up and down From Gundagai to Tumut Town And, branching off, there runs a track Across ...
A Dream of the Melbourne Cup (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Bring me a quart of colonial beer And some doughy damper to make good cheer, I must make a heavy ...
Our New Horse (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
The boys had come back from the races All silent and down on their luck; They'd backed 'em, straight out ...
When Dacey rode the Mule (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
'TWAS to a small, up-country town, When we were boys at school, There came a circus with a clown, Likewise ...
An Idyll of Dandaloo (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
On Western plains, where shade is not, 'Neath summer skies of cloudless blue, Where all is dry and all is ...
Bohemia (Dorothy Parker Poems)
Authors and actors and artists and such Never know nothing, and never know much. Sculptors and singers and those of ...
The Man from Iron Bark (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up ...
The Rum Parade (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Now ye gallant Sydney boys, who have left your household joys To march across the sea in search of glory, ...
“We’re All Australians Now” (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Australia takes her pen in hand To write a line to you, To let you fellows understand How proud we ...
The Man From Ironbark (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
It was a man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up ...
In a Southern Garden (Dorothea Mackeller Poems)
WHEN the tall bamboos are clicking to the restless little breeze, And bats begin their jerky skimming flight, And the ...