The Days when we went Swimming (Henry Lawson Poems)
The breezes waved the silver grass, Waist-high along the siding,And to the creek we ne'er could pass Three boys on bare-back riding;Beneath ...
The breezes waved the silver grass, Waist-high along the siding,And to the creek we ne'er could pass Three boys on bare-back riding;Beneath ...
In the parlour of the shanty where the lives have all gone wrong,When a singer or reciter gives a story ...
I took the book of punishment,And ran its columns down;I started with an open browAnd ended with a frown;I noted ...
"Boys out there by the western creeks,Who hurry away from school,To climb the spurs of the breezy peaks,Or dive in ...
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, And across the distant timber you can SEE the ...
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy ...
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away ...
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, And across the distant timber you can SEE the ...
The world is narrow and ways are short, and our lives are dull and slow, For little is new where ...
Light on the towns and cities, and peace for evermore! The Big Five met in the world's light as many ...
You ask me to be gay and glad While lurid clouds of danger loom, And vain and bad and gambling ...
By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed, By railroad, coach, and track -- By lonely graves of our brave dead, Up-Country and ...
Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide, Came a ghost, and for a moment walked ...
When the wars of the world seemed ended, and silent the distant drum, Ten years ago in Australia, I wrote ...
The schools marched in procession in happiness and pride, The city bands before them, the soldiers marched beside; Oh, starched ...
Now, with the wars of the world begun, they'll listen to you and me, Now while the frightened nations run ...
It was built of bark and poles, and the floor was full of holes Where each leak in rainy weather ...
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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