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 ...
Most unpleasantly adjacent to the haunts of lower orders Stood a 'terrace' in the city when the current year began,And a ...
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 ...
Over there, above the jetty, stands the mansion of the Vardens,With a tennis ground and terrace, and a flagstaff in ...
Are you coming, Ivan, coming?-Ah, the ways are long and slow,In the vast land that we know not-and we never ...
James Patrick O'Hara the Justice of Peace,He bossed the P.M. and he bossed the police;A parent, a deacon, a landlord ...
HE LONGED to be a Back-Blocks Bard, And fame he wished to win-He wrote at night and studied hard (He read The ...
She says she's very sorry, as she sees you to the gate; You calmly say 'Good-bye' to her while standing off ...
MACLEAY STREET looks to Mosman, Across the other side,With brave asphalted pavements And roadway clean and wide.Macleay Street hath its mansions, Its grounds ...
No one lives in Golden Gully, for its golden days are o'er,And its clay shall never sully blucher-boots of diggers ...
Tell a simple little story of a settler in the West,Where the soldier birds and farmers, and selectors never restWhile ...
On western plain and eastern hill Where once my fancy ranged,The station hands are riding still And they are little changed.But I ...
There were ten of us there on the moonlit quay, And one on the for'ard hatch;No straighter mate to his mates ...
Where's the steward?-Bar-room steward? Berth? Oh, any berth will do-I have left a three-pound billet just to come along with ...
You love me, you say, and I think you do, But I know so many who don't,And how can I say ...
WHERE shall we go for prophecy? Where shall we go for proof?The holiday street is crowded, pavement, window and roof;Band ...
A public parlour in the slums, The haunt of vice and villainy,Where things are said unfit to hear, And things are done ...
'TIS sunrise over Watson, Where I sailed out to sea,On that wild run to London That wrecked and ruined me.The beauty of ...
THE STAMP of Scotland is on his face, But he sailed to the South a lad,And he does not think of ...
They sing of the grandeur of cliffs inland,But the cliffs of the ocean are truly grand;And I long to wander ...
On the summit of Mount Clarence rotting slowly in the airStands a tall and naked flagstaff, relic of the Russian ...
I Looked upon the lilies When the morning sun was low,And the sun shone through a lily With a softened honey glow.A ...
He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago, And his shingle bore the legend `Peter Anderson and Co.', ...
Fire lighted; on the table a meal for sleepy men; A lantern in the stable; a jingle now and then; ...
It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went, For you sought the greener patches and you travelled ...
"Was I at Eureka?" His figure was drawn to a youthful height, And a flood of proud recollections made the ...
Oh, I never felt so wretched, and things never looked so blue Since the days I gulped the physic that ...
In these days of peace and money, free to all the Commonweal, There are ancient dames in Buckland wearing wedding ...
The Channel fog has lifted - And see where we have come! Round all the world we've drifted, A hundred ...
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