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 ...
I.-Peter MichaelovIt was Peter the Barbarian put an apron in his bagAnd rolled up the honoured bundle that Australians call ...
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 ...
A writer wrote of the hearts of men, and he followed their tracks afar;For his was a spirit that forced ...
From Australia.OH, tell me, God of Battles! Oh, say what is to come!The King is in his trenches, the millionaire ...
Turn the light down, nurse, and leave me, while I hold my last review,For the Bush is slipping from me, ...
There'll be royal times in Sydney for the Cuff and Collar Push, There'll be lots of dreary drivel and clap-trapFrom the ...
They lifted her out of a story Too sordid and selfish by far,They left me the innocent glory Of love that was pure ...
I THOUGHT that silence would be best, But I a call have heard,And, Victor, after all the rest, I well might say ...
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 ...
THE SPIRITS of our fathers rise not from every wave,They left the sea behind them long ago;It was many years ...
A dusty clearing in the scrubs Of barren, western lands-Where, out of sight, or sign of hope The wretched school-house stands;A roof ...
They proved we could not think nor see, They proved we could not write,They proved we drank the day away And raved ...
The Captains sailed from all the World-from all the world and Spain;And each one for his country's ease, her glory ...
'Where are you going with your horse and bike, And the townsfolk still at rest?Where are you going, with your swag ...
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 ...
FOOLS can parrot-cry the prophet when the proof is close at hand,And the blind can see the danger when the ...
The night came down thro' Deadman's Gap, Where the ghostly saplings bentBefore a wind that tore the fly From many a digger's ...
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 ...
The President to Kingdoms, As in the Days of Old;The King to the Republic, As it had been foretold.They could not read ...
OH, for the fire that used to glow In those my days of old!I never thought a man could grow So callous ...
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet,And across the distant timber you can SEE the flowing ...
THE BROWN EYES came from Asia, where all mystery is true,Ere the masters of Soul Secrets dreamed of hazel, grey, ...
CALL ME traitor to my country and a rebel to my God.And the foe of "law and order", well deserving ...
Of home, name and wealth and ambition bereft- We are children of fortune and luck:They deny there's a shred of our ...
He has notions of Australia from the tales that he's been told-Land of leggings and revolvers, land of savages and ...
If they missed my face in Farmers' Arms When the landlord lit the lamp,They would grin and say in their country ...
The Lady of the Motor-car she stareth straight ahead;Her face is like the stone, my friend, her face is like ...
Sing the song of the reckless, who care not what they do;Sing the song of a sinner and the song ...
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