‘Possum’ A Lay of New Chumland (Henry Lawson Poems)
SO YER trav'lin' for yer pleasure while yer writin' for the press?An' yer huntin' arter "copy"?-well, I've heer'd o' that. ...
SO YER trav'lin' for yer pleasure while yer writin' for the press?An' yer huntin' arter "copy"?-well, I've heer'd o' that. ...
Over there, above the jetty, stands the mansion of the Vardens,With a tennis ground and terrace, and a flagstaff in ...
We were cartin' lathes and palin's from the slopes of Mount St. Leonard,With our axles near the road-bed and the ...
Oh, do you hear the argument, far up above the skies?The voice of old Saint Peter, in expostulation rise?Growing shrill, ...
Oh, do you hear the argument, far up above the skies?The voice of old Saint Peter, in expostulation rise?Growing shrill, ...
Sometimes when we're in school, and it's the afternoon and late, And kinder warm and sleepy, don't yer know;And p'r'aps a ...
Ar, wimmin! Wot a blinded fool I've been! I arsts meself, wot else could I ixpeck?I done me block complete ...
TO DR. E.A. WHITMIRE, Columbus, Ohio Mah frens an' fellah trabblers, Ah rise tonight to say, Dat ah feels mos' ...
She never nagged; she never said no word; But sat an' looked at me an' never stirred. I could ...
Beneath a lamp in Spring-street, on a recent calm spring night,I came unwittingly upon a most pathetic sight;A sorry spectacle ...
We were cartin' lathes and palin's from the slopes of Mount St. Leonard,With our axles near the road-bed and the ...
'E wouldn't play the flute; the sulky cow. An', after all the trouble that we tookTo try an' cheer,'is spirits ...
When walkin' down a city street, Two thousand miles from home,The pavestones hurtin' of the feet That never ...
When I was up the country in the rough and early days, I used to work along ov Jimmy Nowlett's ...
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea, There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks ...
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