Mostly Slavonic (Henry Lawson Poems)
I.-Peter MichaelovIt was Peter the Barbarian put an apron in his bagAnd rolled up the honoured bundle that Australians call ...
I.-Peter MichaelovIt was Peter the Barbarian put an apron in his bagAnd rolled up the honoured bundle that Australians call ...
From Australia.OH, tell me, God of Battles! Oh, say what is to come!The King is in his trenches, the millionaire ...
I.We wrote and sang of a bush we never Had known in youth in the Western land;Of the dear old homes ...
Are you coming, Ivan, coming?-Ah, the ways are long and slow,In the vast land that we know not-and we never ...
THE SPIRITS of our fathers rise not from every wave,They left the sea behind them long ago;It was many years ...
A dusty clearing in the scrubs Of barren, western lands-Where, out of sight, or sign of hope The wretched school-house stands;A roof ...
They proved we could not think nor see, They proved we could not write,They proved we drank the day away And raved ...
THE OTHER NIGHT I got the blues and tried to smile in vain.I couldn't chuck a chuckle at the foolery ...
When he's over a rough and unpopular shed,With the sins of the bank and the men on his head;When he ...
You may roam the wide seas over, follow, meet, and cross the sun,Sail as far as ships can sail, and ...
So the days of my tramping are over, And the days of my riding are done-I'm about as content as a ...
'Tis the song of many husbands, and you all must understandThat you cannot call me coward now that women rule ...
DRUMS of all that's right and wrong-of love and hate and scorn,And the new-born baby hears them and it wails ...
THE BROWN EYES came from Asia, where all mystery is true,Ere the masters of Soul Secrets dreamed of hazel, grey, ...
It is up from out the alleys, from the alleys dark and vile-It is up from out the alleys I ...
We must suffer, husband and father, we must suffer, daughter and son,For the wrong we have taken part in and ...
NOW, Yankee inventors can beat a retreat,And German professors may take a back seat, For their colours we're going to lower:They've ...
They are creeping on through the cornfields yet, and they clamber amongst the rocks,Ere they rush to stab with the ...
OH! the folly, the waste, and the pity! Oh, the time that is flung behind!They are seeking a site for ...
I hate the pen, the foolscap fair, The poet's corner, and the page,For Grief and Death are written there, In every land ...
He was lengthsman on the railway, and his station scarce deservedThat "pre-eminence in sorrow" of the Majesty he served,But as dear ...
LO, the gods of Vice and Mammon from their pinnacles are hurledBy the workers' new religion, which is oldest in ...
Did you hear the children singing, O my brothers?Did you hear the children singing as our troops went marching past? In ...
We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation's slime; Better a shred of a deep-dyed ...
On a lonely selection far out in the West An old woman works all the day without rest, And she ...
We must suffer, husband and father, we must suffer, daughter and son, For the wrong we have taken part in ...
Though poor and in trouble I wander alone, With rebel cockade in my hat, Though friends may desert me, and ...
The schools marched in procession in happiness and pride, The city bands before them, the soldiers marched beside; Oh, starched ...
Where the needle-woman toils Through the night with hand and brain, Till the sickly daylight shudders like a spectre at ...
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