What The Heart Of The Poet Said To The ‘Bulletin’ (Joseph Furphy Poems)
Tell me not in future numbersThat our thought becomes inane,That our metre halts and lumbers,When the Wattle blooms again.Lies of ...
Tell me not in future numbersThat our thought becomes inane,That our metre halts and lumbers,When the Wattle blooms again.Lies of ...
Howdy sistah Tootles! Ah's jes' er passin' by. Thought I'd kindah drap in Let yo' kno' revival's nigh. Hain't seed ...
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