Book Contents: Moods Of Ginger Mick (C J Dennis Poems)
MOODS OF GINGER MICKThis book was dedicated to "THE BOYS WHO TOOK THE ...
C J Dennis Poems on Hope (47 Poems)
The Rhymes of Sym (C J Dennis Poems)
Nobody knew why it should be so;Nobody knew or wanted to know. It might have been checked had but someone ...
Rabbits (C J Dennis Poems)
Ar! Gimme fights wiv foeman I kin see, To upper-cut an' wallop on the jor.Life in a burrer ain't no ...
A Few Remarks on Goats, Asses and the Dead Hand (C J Dennis Poems)
I don't mind kings and dukes and things; I don't mind wigs or maces;I don't mind crowns or robes or ...
‘A Gallant Gentleman’ (C J Dennis Poems)
A month ago the world grew grey fer me; A month ago the light went out fer Rose.To 'er they ...
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 ...
Swingin’ Douglas (C J Dennis Poems)
There's a breeze about the mountains, it is singin' in the treesA song to mock the little men who chose ...
Jones M.P. (C J Dennis Poems)
It was thus in the beginning: With a sporting chance of winning, Jones contested an election years ago.He was young, ...
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 Glug Quest (C J Dennis Poems)
Follow the river and cross the ford, Follow again to the wobbly bridge,Turn to the left at the notice board, ...
‘Got-a-Fag’ (C J Dennis Poems)
He was tall and tough and stringy, with the shoulders of an axeman,Broad and loose, with greenhide muscles, and a ...
The Freetrade Rabbit Pie (C J Dennis Poems)
Ses Cullen, the cockie, he ses to me:"Now, I puts it to you in this way:If a feller....(Woah, Ginger! Come ...
‘Stone the Crows’ (C J Dennis Poems)
Why stone the crows! 'e sez. "I like 'er style, But alwiz, some'ow, women 'ave appearedSet fer to 'old me ...
The Bridge Across the Crick (C J Dennis Poems)
Joseph Jones and Peter Dawking Strove in an election fight; And you'd think, to hear them talking, ...
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, ...
Hopeful Hawkins (C J Dennis Poems)
Hawkins wasn't in the swim at all in Dingo Flat, And to bait him was our chiefest form of ...
A Mixed Crew (C J Dennis Poems)
Tho' it sounds a trifle mystic, Somewhat vague and cabbalistic,When you come to analyse the ...
Suburbia – A Yearn (C J Dennis Poems)
O man with a Position, prithee tell,How is't you mould your sal'ried life so well;Holding in lofty scorn that lowly ...
Mugga Mugga (C J Dennis Poems)
Candidly, I do not hug a Wish to go ...
The Chase of Ages (C J Dennis Poems)
Light of my lives! Is the time not yet? Lo, I've brooded on a starThrough many a year, with the ...
Old Town Types No. 22 – The Baker – Mr Brackenby (C J Dennis Poems)
Our baker, Mr Brackenby, toiler in the night,Was a lean, tall, glum man whose face was very white;A brooding man ...
The Milch Kangaroo (C J Dennis Poems)
Which reminds me, said O'Brien --"And 'tis not a word of lyin' -- Of a summertime way back in eighty-two,Whin ...
Old Town Types No. 4 – Our Mr. Trim (C J Dennis Poems)
Mr Trim, commercial traveller, is in town again, "Our Mr Trim," you know, debonair and neat;Landed here this morning on ...
Galloping Days (C J Dennis Poems)
Galloping, galloping, galloping horses Weave thro' our dreaming in burgeoning Spring;There's sun in our hearts and there's sun on the ...
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 ...
You and I (C J Dennis Poems)
They say the eagle is a bird That sees some splendid sightsWhen he soars high into the sky Upon his ...
In A Forest Garden: A Promise of Spring (C J Dennis Poems)
Spring surely must be near. High over head The kind blue heavens bend to timbers tall;And here, this morning, is ...
Spring Delirium (C J Dennis Poems)
Gold days give way to sudden rain, But what, I ask, of that?For I am my own man again, And ...
The Triantiwonti (C J Dennis Poems)
There's a very funny insect that you do not often spy,And it isn't quite a spider, and it isn't quite ...
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 ...