The Battle Of The Wazzir (C J Dennis Poems)
If ole Pharaoh, King of Egyp', 'ad been gazin' on the scene 'E'd' ave give the A.I.F. a narsty nameWhen ...
C J Dennis Poems on Death & Dying (33 Poems)
‘Ave a ‘eart! (C J Dennis Poems)
'Ere! 'Ave a 'eart! 'e sez. "Why, love a duck! A 'uman bein' ain't a choppin' block!There ain't no ...
The Insect (C J Dennis Poems)
From Camoweal to Windywoe, from Windywoe to Thirstyville,We'll drag the line around the map, along the plain, and up the ...
The Seer (C J Dennis Poems)
Somewhere or other, 'tis doubtful where,In the archives of Gosh is a volume rare, A precious old classic that nobody ...
Possum (C J Dennis Poems)
Jist 'ere it gripped me, on a sudden, like a red-'ot knife.I wus diggin' in the garden, talkin' pleasant to ...
The Calm (C J Dennis Poems)
Brothers, have you observed the calm?Even the leaves of that symbolic palmThat denotes peace, political and otherwise, are scarcely stirredBy ...
Wheat (C J Dennis Poems)
Sowin' things an' growin' things, an' watchin' of 'em grow;That's the game, my father said, an' father ought to know."Settin' ...
Mar (C J Dennis Poems)
'Er pore dear Par. she sez, "'e kept a store";An' then she weeps an' stares 'ard at the floor. "'Twas ...
A War March (C J Dennis Poems)
Ow! Wow! Wow!(Funeral note sustained by flutes, suggesting a long-bodied, short-legged, large-headed dog in anguish.)Ow! Wow!We are the people who ...
The Corpse That Won’t Lie Still (C J Dennis Poems)
Aye, call it murder is ye will! 'Tis not the crime I fear.If his cold curse would but lie still ...
The Joy Ride (C J Dennis Poems)
Ah Gawd! It makes me sick to think Of what I 'eard an' seen;Poor 'Arry like a wet rag flung ...
West (C J Dennis Poems)
I've seen so much uv dirt an' grime I'm mad to 'ave things clean.I've seen so much uv death," 'e ...
Out West (C J Dennis Poems)
I've seen so much uv dirt an' grime I'm mad to 'ave things clean.I've seen so much uv death, ...
The Boys Out There (C J Dennis Poems)
Why do they do it? I dunno, Sez Digger Smith. "Yeh got me beat.Some uv the yarns yeh 'ear is ...
Pilot Cove (C J Dennis Poems)
Young friend, 'e sez . . . Young friend! Well, spare me days! Yeh'd think I wus 'is own white ...
The Reaper in the Bush (C J Dennis Poems)
He was lyin' on his bunk, In the hut behind the mill,Ravin' like a man wild drunk, Never silent, ...
Come Ye Home (C J Dennis Poems)
Listening (said the old, grey Digger) . . . With my finger on the trigger I was listening in the ...
My Epitaph (C J Dennis Poems)
Oh, praise me now if you would pleaseMy soul with soothing flatteries.Praise with my living clay agrees. ...
Old Town Types No. 28 – Lah-Di-Dah Lane (C J Dennis Poems)
In the old town traditions -- as greybeards will explain --One epic tale immortalises Lah-di-dah Lane, Clerk to a local ...
The Alternative – 1908 (C J Dennis Poems)
If, some day, you should find me, cold and stark - If you should stumble o'er my lifeless clayIn some ...
The Germ Chaser (C J Dennis Poems)
I knew a careful lady onceWho read a book by Dr. Bunce,A wise authority on wogsThat roam about in dust ...
Introducing the Day Family (C J Dennis Poems)
Sun Day is a simple child, Face new washed and shining;In the morning prim and mild - Church and ...
Laissez-Faire (C J Dennis Poems)
We'd harbored them on hovels, and in dens, Altho' in price they counted less than cattle,Had they not still the ...
Mid-Winter Monody (C J Dennis Poems)
There's a bleak, black world without, And the rain falls fast;And the wind, with a whine and a shout, Blows ...
The Creed of Old George Jones (C J Dennis Poems)
A little of fretting, a little of getting, A little of slaving and saving, may be;A little of spending, a ...
Cataclysm (C J Dennis Poems)
We curse our lot; we gird at fate; Like peevish children we complain;Hope dies, and life grows desperate Because of ...
Winter Rhapsody (C J Dennis Poems)
Winter has come; and tardily -- Now little nipping winds are rifeWhere laggard leaves, on many a tree, Still cling ...
Dinner and Dinty (C J Dennis Poems)
He dreaded not dark, nor the lonely road, For the world, as he knew it, was kind.Nor threat of the ...
Cooked (C J Dennis Poems)
What's the use? Give it best;Cut her loose; Have a rest.Hope is dead; Gloom collects,Nuff is said - ...
The Bore (C J Dennis Poems)
Ah, prithee friend, if thou has ought Of love and kind regard for meTell not you bore the stories droll ...