Ruth (Henry Lawson Poems)
All is well-in a prison-to-night, and the warders are crying 'All's Well!'I must speak, for the sake of my heart-if ...
All is well-in a prison-to-night, and the warders are crying 'All's Well!'I must speak, for the sake of my heart-if ...
I.-Peter MichaelovIt was Peter the Barbarian put an apron in his bagAnd rolled up the honoured bundle that Australians call ...
I SCORN the man-a fool at most, And ignorant and blind-Who loves to go about and boast "He understands mankind."I thought I ...
The second time I lived on earth Was several hundred years ago;And-royal by my second birth- I know as much as most ...
Most unpleasantly adjacent to the haunts of lower orders Stood a 'terrace' in the city when the current year began,And a ...
A Rouseabout of rouseabouts, from any land-or none-I bear a nick-name of the bush, and I'm-a woman's son;I came from ...
Dust and smoke against the sunrise out where grim disaster lurksAnd a broken sky-line looming like unfinished railway works,And a ...
WHEN I tell a tale of virtue and of injured innocence,Then my publishers and lawyers are the densest of the ...
We come with peace and reason, We come with love and light,To banish black self-treason And everlasting night.We know no god nor ...
Out West, where the stars are brightest, Where the scorching north wind blows, And the bones of the dead gleam ...
By Lawson's Hill, near Mudgee, On old Eurunderee - The place they called "New Pipeclay", Where the diggers used to ...
I met Jack Ellis in town to-day -- Jack Ellis -- my old mate, Jack -- Ten years ago, from ...
From Woolwich and Brentford and Stamford Hill, from Richmond into the Strand, Oh, the Cockney soul is a silent soul ...
The Shame of Going Back And the reason of your failure isn't anybody's fault -- When you haven't got a ...
Now, with the wars of the world begun, they'll listen to you and me, Now while the frightened nations run ...
The squatter saw his pastures wide Decrease, as one by one The farmers moving to the west Selected on his ...
Where the needle-woman toils Through the night with hand and brain, Till the sickly daylight shudders like a spectre at ...
There's many a schoolboy's bat and ball that are gathering dust at home, For he hears a voice in the ...
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