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 ...
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 ...
With the frame of a man, and the face of a boy, and a manner strangely wild,And the great, wide, ...
A son of elder sons I am, Whose boyhood days were cramped and scant,Through ages of domestic sham And family lies and ...
The second time I lived on earth Was several hundred years ago;And-royal by my second birth- I know as much as most ...
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. ...
BY RIGHT of birth in southern land I send my warning forth.I see my country ruined by the wrongs that ...
I.We wrote and sang of a bush we never Had known in youth in the Western land;Of the dear old homes ...
There'll be royal times in Sydney for the Cuff and Collar Push, There'll be lots of dreary drivel and clap-trapFrom the ...
I THOUGHT that silence would be best, But I a call have heard,And, Victor, after all the rest, I well might say ...
They were "ratty" they were hooted by the meanest and the least,When they woke the Drum of Glory long ago ...
I was welcome in a palace when the ball was at my feet,I was petted in a garden and my ...
I mind the river from Mount Frome To Ballanshantie's Bridge,The Mudgee Hills, and Buckaroo, Lowe's Peak, and Granite Ridge.The "tailers" in the ...
They proved we could not think nor see, They proved we could not write,They proved we drank the day away And raved ...
THE OTHER NIGHT I got the blues and tried to smile in vain.I couldn't chuck a chuckle at the foolery ...
A day of seeming innocence,A glorious sun and sky,And, just above my picket fence,Black Bonnet passing by.In knitted gloves and ...
The Shearers squint along the pens, they squint along the 'shoots;'The shearers squint along the board to catch the Boss's ...
Ah, better the thud of the deadly gun, and the crash of the bursting shell,Than the terrible silence where drought ...
If I ever be worthy or famous- Which I'm sadly beginning to doubt-When the angel whose place 'tis to name us Shall ...
'Where are you going with your horse and bike, And the townsfolk still at rest?Where are you going, with your swag ...
Dust and smoke against the sunrise out where grim disaster lurksAnd a broken sky-line looming like unfinished railway works,And a ...
Down here where the ships loom large in The gloom when the sea-storms veer,Down here on the south-west margin Of the western ...
It was the Man from Waterloo, When work in town was slack,Who took the track as bushmen do, And humped his swag out ...
He shall live to the end of this mad old world, he has lived since the world began,He never has ...
THERE ARE three lank bards in a borrowed room- Ah! The number is one too few-They have deemed their home and ...
Tell a simple little story of a settler in the West,Where the soldier birds and farmers, and selectors never restWhile ...
NOT to the sober and staid, Leading a quiet life,But to men whose paths are laid Ever through storm and strife-Here is ...
At suburban railway stations—-you may see them as you pass—-there are signboards on the platform saying "Wait here second class,"And ...
HE WORKS in the glen where the waratah grows, And the gums and the ashes are tall,'Neath cliffs that re-echo the ...
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