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 ...
INTRODUCTIONThe theme is ancient as the hills, With all their prehistoric glory;But yet of Corney and his friend, We've often longed to tell ...
Most unpleasantly adjacent to the haunts of lower orders Stood a 'terrace' in the city when the current year began,And a ...
I.We wrote and sang of a bush we never Had known in youth in the Western land;Of the dear old homes ...
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep,For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away like ...
I've followed all my tracks and ways,from old bark school to Leicester Square,I've been right back to boyhood's days, and ...
A day of seeming innocence,A glorious sun and sky,And, just above my picket fence,Black Bonnet passing by.In knitted gloves and ...
She says she's very sorry, as she sees you to the gate; You calmly say 'Good-bye' to her while standing off ...
THERE ARE three lank bards in a borrowed room- Ah! The number is one too few-They have deemed their home and ...
They are creeping on through the cornfields yet, and they clamber amongst the rocks,Ere they rush to stab with the ...
Oh, the wild black swans fly westward still, While the sun goes down in glory-And away o'er lonely plain and hill Still ...
When you fear the barber's mirror when you go to get a crop,Or in sorrow every morning comb your hair ...
Republicans! the time is coming!Listen to the distant drumming!Hearken to the whispers humming In the troubled atmosphere.Ye are born to do ...
WHEN friends are listening round me, Jack, to hear my dying breath,And I am lying in a sleep they say ...
With our boundaries swung to the circling seas and a nation named to the world!And the six-starred flag of our ...
So the world of odds and evens ceased to trouble Harry Stephens, and the niggard road no longer echoes to ...
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away ...
You almost heard the surface bake, and saw the gum-leaves turn -- You could have watched the grass scorch brown ...
And they heard the tent-poles clatter, And the fly in twain was torn - 'Tis the soiled rag of a ...
The colours of the setting sun Withdrew across the Western land- He raised the sliprails, one by one, And shot ...
A day of seeming innocence, A glorious sun and sky, And, just above my picket fence, Black Bonnet passing by. ...
I long for the streets but the Lord knoweth best, For there I am never a saint; There are lovable ...
In these days of peace and money, free to all the Commonweal, There are ancient dames in Buckland wearing wedding ...
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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