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 ...
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, And across the distant timber you can SEE the ...
You almost heard the surface bake, and saw the gum-leaves turn -- You could have watched the grass scorch brown ...
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, And across the distant timber you can SEE the ...
The rafters are open to sun, moon, and star, Thistles and nettles grow high in the bar -- The chimneys ...
I met Jack Ellis in town to-day -- Jack Ellis -- my old mate, Jack -- Ten years ago, from ...
I'm lyin' on the barren ground that's baked and cracked with drought, And dunno if my legs or back or ...
The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought, The cheque was spent that the ...
Marching Song of a Roman Legion of the Later Empire Enlarged From "Puck of Pook's Hill" When I left Rome ...
Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the ...
I shall tell you in rhyme how, once on a time, Three tailors tramped up to the inn Ingleheim, On ...
Black granite stretches its harsh, tapering wings up to pedestrian-level grass but sucks me down, here, at the intersection of ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Take it away, and swallow it yourself. Ha! Look you, there's a rat. Last night there were a dozen on ...
'Twas Saltbush Bill, with his travelling sheep, was making his way to town; He crossed them over the Hard Times ...
Oh, the new-chum went to the backblock run, But he should have gone there last week. He tramped ten miles ...
What have the cavalry done? Cantered and trotted about, Routin' the enemy out, Causin' the beggars to run! And we ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
Down along the Snakebite River, where the overlanders camp, Where the serpents are in millions, all of the most deadly ...
Even as we speak, there's a smoker's cough from behind the whitethorn hedge: we stop dead in our tracks; a ...
Alas! the people's hearts are now full of sorrow For the deceased Professor Blackie, of Edinboro'; Because he was a ...
I winged my bird, Though he flew toward the setting sun; But just as the shot rang out, he soared ...
I was Willie Metcalf. They used to call me "Doctor Meyers" Because, they said, I looked like him. And he ...
A chant to which it is intended a group of children shall dance and improvise pantomime led by their dancing-teacher. ...
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