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 ...
In Windsor Terrace, number four, I've taken my abode-A little crescent from the street, A bight from City Road;And, hard up and ...
The camp of high-class spielers, Who sneered in summer dress,And doo-dah dilettante, And scornful "venuses"-House agents, and storekeepers, All eager they to "bleed"-The bards ...
Now this is the song of a prison-a song of a gaol or jug-A ballad of quod or of chokey, ...
LET the liar call me liar, And the robber call me thief.They can only fan the fire That is born of my ...
Oh, do you hear the argument, far up above the skies?The voice of old Saint Peter, in expostulation rise?Growing shrill, ...
Oh, do you hear the argument, far up above the skies?The voice of old Saint Peter, in expostulation rise?Growing shrill, ...
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet,And across the distant timber you can SEE the flowing ...
CALL ME traitor to my country and a rebel to my God.And the foe of "law and order", well deserving ...
It is up from out the alleys, from the alleys dark and vile-It is up from out the alleys I ...
I MIND the days when ladies fair Helped on my overcoat,And tucked the silken handkerchief About my precious throat;They used to see ...
WHAT have we all forgotten, at the break of the seventh year?With a nation born to the ages and a ...
TO my fellow sinners all, who, in hope and doubt,Through the Commonwealth to-night watch the Old Year out,New Year's Resolutions ...
BEHOLD! the biased foes of Right Are conscious of their danger,They're startled by the dawning light, So very long a stranger.And fearing ...
On my blankets I was lyin'Too tired to lift my head,An' the long hot day was dyin'An' I wished that ...
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, And across the distant timber you can SEE the ...
One day old Trooper Campbell Rode out to Blackman's Run, His cap-peak and his sabre Were glancing in the sun. ...
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, And across the distant timber you can SEE the ...
He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago, And his shingle bore the legend `Peter Anderson and Co.', ...
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
As the night was falling slowly down on city, town and bush, From a slum in Jones's Alley sloped the ...
Day of ending for beginnings! Ocean hath another innings, Ocean hath another score; And the surges sing his winnings, And ...
An hour before the sun goes down Behind the ragged boughs, I go across the little run And bring the ...
When the man I was denounces all the things that I was not, When the true souls stand like granite, ...
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
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