Macleay Street and Red Rock Lane (Henry Lawson Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
He shall live to the end of this mad old world, he has lived since the world began,He never has ...
No one lives in Golden Gully, for its golden days are o'er,And its clay shall never sully blucher-boots of diggers ...
OH, the strength of the toil of those twenty years, with father, and master, and men!And the clearer brain of ...
The men who camp with DangerAre mostly quiet men:And one may use a rifle,And one may use a pen,And one ...
Wrap me up in me stockwhip and blanket, And bury me deep down below,Where this piffle and sham won't disgust me, In ...
THERE ARE three lank bards in a borrowed room- Ah! The number is one too few-They have deemed their home and ...
The President to Kingdoms, As in the Days of Old;The King to the Republic, As it had been foretold.They could not read ...
'THE LADIES are coming,' the super says To the shearers sweltering there,And 'the ladies' means in the shearing shed: 'Don't cut 'em ...
I REMARKED that man is saddest, and his heart is filled with woe,When he hasn't any money, and his pants ...
So the days of my tramping are over, And the days of my riding are done-I'm about as content as a ...
Set me back for twenty summers- For I'm tired of cities now-Set my feet in red-soil furrows And my hands upon the ...
'Tis the song of many husbands, and you all must understandThat you cannot call me coward now that women rule ...
Tell a simple little story of a settler in the West,Where the soldier birds and farmers, and selectors never restWhile ...
'Tis a yarn I heard of a new-chum 'trap' On the edge of the Never-Never,Where the dead men lie and the ...
SING the strong, proud song of Labour, Toss the ringing music high;Liberty's a nearer neighbour Than she was in days gone by.Workmen's ...
Oh, do you hear the argument, far up above the skies?The voice of old Saint Peter, in expostulation rise?Growing shrill, ...
They can't hear in West o' London, where the worst dine with the best-Deaf to all save lies and laughter, ...
OH, for the fire that used to glow In those my days of old!I never thought a man could grow So callous ...
On western plain and eastern hill Where once my fancy ranged,The station hands are riding still And they are little changed.But I ...
Oh, do you hear the argument, far up above the skies?The voice of old Saint Peter, in expostulation rise?Growing shrill, ...
IT'S OH! for a rivet in marriage bonds, And a splice in the knot untied-The sanctity of the marriage tie Is growing ...
She's not like an empress, And crowned with raven hair,She is not "pert an' bonny," Nor "winsome, wee, an' fair."But when a ...
Oh! the Cross of deepest blue,With the bright stars shining through,That was raised, my sons, for you,On a skirt of ...
DRUMS of all that's right and wrong-of love and hate and scorn,And the new-born baby hears them and it wails ...
It has a "point" of neither sex But comes in guise of both,And, doubly dangerous complex, It is a thing to loathe-A ...
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet,And across the distant timber you can SEE the flowing ...
'TWAS the glowing log of a picnic fire where a red light should not be,Or the curtained glow of a ...
THE BROWN EYES came from Asia, where all mystery is true,Ere the masters of Soul Secrets dreamed of hazel, grey, ...
Grown tired of mourning for my sins- And brooding over merits-The other night with bothered brow I went amongst the spirits;And I ...
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