I am last in the whole world wide, For my brothers all have gone, One by one have the martyrs died, That mankind might live on. High am I set in the market squar…

Aha! Beware! I know your guilty p… I was a witness of that secret cri… One word! and all your fondest hop… I bide me time. I hold you in me grip, unhappy man…

A lonely soul . . . According to… She has lived on, mid all our worl… Thro’ that procession of mad days… That most men lay to waste, and ca… And men have smiled a little, too,…

Said the Digger: 'Soon forgot!… Better so, may be. . . Why not? Beauty fades and laurels rot; Last year’s roses are no more. Fame?' the one-armed Digger said,

Today I met a happy man Greeting the glad new year. About his face the sunbeams ran And danced, as straightaway he beg… To laugh with right good cheer.

‘Now, be the Hokey Fly!’ sez Pet… ‘Suppose ’e comes ‘ome with a wood… Suppose ’e isn’t fit to darnce at… Then, ain’t we 'asty fixin’ up thi… A little tournament at Bridge is…

Discerning Mr. Murphy sees The dangers of the foolish plan Of giving frailty its fees, And taxing weak, misguided man. Reluctantly, and red with shame,

An 'Ode to the Moon’ did he indit… With his two-and-half soul-power. ('Twas the child of a starlit summ… Begot by a gloomy hour.) And he vowed it was a work immense…

The Censor sits behind his desk, And smiles a censored smile; His great, blue pencil hovers o’er Some masterpiece awhile, Then swoops - oh, child of whose p…

Me photer’s in the papers! ‘Oly… A ’ero, I’ve been called in big,… I 'ad idears the time was close on… Fer some applorse To come my way, on top uv all me b…

Mrs Felix Donnett was a lady of r… For ten years her husband was mayo… For ten years she queened it as ou… And ‘everything she did, my dear,’… But the mayoral pomp sat lightly o…

Now, Ma-til-der! Ain’t cher dres… Last as ushul. Move yerself, you… Are you goin’ to lie there lazin’, W’ile I—Nell, put down that basin… Go an’ see if Bill has got the po…

’Twas a long bush night; and the o… Shone out thro’ the open door To flood the knees of the great bu… And the scrub that grew before. And, as I dreamed where the firel…

Hard by the gate-way of the East She dips within her market square With provender for man and beast, And goods and chattels round her t… A cheery, buxom market dame,

Young Benjamin left school this y… And stepped right in a job; And he starts in hope of a life ca… Like his eldest brother, Bob. But Sam, the lad who came between…