The Ballad of the Elder Son (Henry Lawson Poems)
A son of elder sons I am, Whose boyhood days were cramped and scant,Through ages of domestic sham And family lies and ...
A son of elder sons I am, Whose boyhood days were cramped and scant,Through ages of domestic sham And family lies 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. ...
"Call that a yarn!" said old Tom Pugh, "What rot! I'll lay my hatI'll sling you a yarn worth more nor ...
Turn the light down, nurse, and leave me, while I hold my last review,For the Bush is slipping from me, ...
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 ...
Call this hot? I beg your pardon. Hot!-you don't know what it means.(What's that, waiter? lamb or mutton! Thank you-mine ...
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet,And across the distant timber you can SEE the flowing ...
REGION of damper and junk and tea, Region of pastures wide!The fairest spots in the world to me Are out on the ...
HE WORKS in the glen where the waratah grows, And the gums and the ashes are tall,'Neath cliffs that re-echo the ...
They'd parted but a year before-she never thought he'd come,She stammer'd, blushed, held out her hand, and called him 'Mister ...
Oh, Scotty, have you visited the Picture Gallery,And did you see the portraits of the King and Queen and me?The ...
You lazy boy, you're here at last, You must be wooden-legged;Now, are you sure the gate is fast And all the sliprails ...
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, And across the distant timber you can SEE the ...
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, And across the distant timber you can SEE the ...
It chanced upon the very day we'd got the shearing done, A buggy brought a stranger to the West-o'-Sunday Run; ...
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