With Dickens (Henry Lawson Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
AT A POINT where the old road crosses The river, and turns to the right,I'd camped with the team; and the ...
SO YER trav'lin' for yer pleasure while yer writin' for the press?An' yer huntin' arter "copy"?-well, I've heer'd o' that. ...
I.We wrote and sang of a bush we never Had known in youth in the Western land;Of the dear old homes ...
They lifted her out of a story Too sordid and selfish by far,They left me the innocent glory Of love that was pure ...
They proved we could not think nor see, They proved we could not write,They proved we drank the day away And raved ...
'Where are you going with your horse and bike, And the townsfolk still at rest?Where are you going, with your swag ...
The battlefield behind us, And night loomed on the track;The Friends of Fallen Fortunes Were riding at my back.Save those who lay ...
The strangest things and the maddest things, that a man can do or say,To the chaps and fellers and coves ...
Against the light of a dawning white My Skyline Riders stand-There is trouble ahead for a dark year dead And the selfish ...
Set me back for twenty summers- For I'm tired of cities now-Set my feet in red-soil furrows And my hands upon the ...
'Tis a yarn I heard of a new-chum 'trap' On the edge of the Never-Never,Where the dead men lie and the ...
They say that I never have written of love,As a writer of songs should do;They say that I never could ...
We, three men of commerce, Striving wealth to raise,See but little promise In the coming days;Though our hearts are brittle, Hardened near to ...
But what's the use of writing 'bush'- Though editors demand it-For city folk, and farming folk, Can never understand it.They're blind to ...
Oh! this is a joyful dirge, my friends, and this is a hymn of praise;And this is a clamour of ...
"QUEENSLAND," he heads his letters-that's all: The date, and the month, and the year in brief;He often sends me a cheerful ...
'Twas in a tug-of-war where I-the guvnor's hope and pride-Stepped proudly on the platform as the ringer on my side;Old ...
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 ...
With pannikins all rusty, And billy burnt and black,And clothes all torn and dusty, That scarcely hide his back;With sun-cracked saddle-leather, And knotted ...
THE SAND was heavy on our feet, A Christmas sky was o'er us,And half a mile through dust and heat Lake 'Liza ...
Why are the sheoaks forever sighing? (Sheoaks that sigh when the wind is still)-Why are the dead hopes forever dying? (Dead hopes ...
The breezes blow on the river below, And the fleecy clouds float high,And I mark how the dark green gum trees ...
I'M GLAD that the Bushmen can't see me now A-doing it tall in the town;I've an inch-brimmed hat on my sun-burnt ...
"If not in the Garden, he had in the ark,To neither the beasts' nor the passengers' joy.Full many a boyish and monkeyish ...
They were hanging men in Buckland who would not cheer King George - The parson from his pulpit and the ...
The world has had enough of bards who wish that they were dead, 'Tis time the people passed a law ...
O I dreamt I shore in a shearing shed and it was a dream of joy For every one of ...
Our Andy's gone to battle now 'Gainst Drought, the red marauder; Our Andy's gone with cattle now Across the Queensland ...
A cloud of dust on the long white road, And the teams go creeping on Inch by inch with the ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories