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I’m a business man; and I can’t s… For this fluting and fussing and f… The song of my cousin may be subli… But I never have found it filling… So I run and I dig and I dig and…
I’ve never met a man who hated dog… One meets with all sorts as throug… The mean ones, and the vain ones,… The foolish fellows who splash up… The brisk ‘live wires,’ the dull,…
Of things that roam about the bush… For I knows their ways an’ habits… For man or beast or gully ghost I… But I draws the line at visions w… When a man has fought an’ conquere…
‘Yer honor, please!’ the prisoner… ‘It isn’t wot you think. To look on wine when it is red Or alco’olic drink Is not among me little ways.
Underneath a tree I lie, Watching with lack lustre eye, All those little trivial things Weakness after sickness brings; Watching birds flit to and fro;
Mr Blades, the butcher, was a lar… ‘Best him at a cattle deal,’ ’twas… He ate a lot and drank a lot and h… And he jollied all the ladies in h… His family was numerous, and helpe…
Mr Woolin-Wister was assistant at… He had an air of breeding, and the… Were very, very natty and exceedin… For every single day he was habitu… In the very latest fashion; and he…
Stuffed with tradition and trammel… Cramped in their studies, they sne… At the strange, new passions young… Thro’ a sunlit land, and a tale un… Of youth’s ambition - new-minted g…
Sou’ sou’ east, with the course se… Heave ho, me hearties! On the Geelong road we’re cruisin… Seven tars with ne’er a care Heave ho, me hearties!
‘My sort,’ she sez, 'don’t meet no… I can’t ‘elp ’earin’ part uv wot w… While I am sortin’ taters in the… They’ve ‘ad these secret confabs e… Rose came. ’Er an’ Doreen’s been…
I wus pickin’ gipsy vi’lits fer to… We ‘ad words . . . about pianners… ’Igh words, about 'igh-toned idear… ’E started school a month ago, an’… But, judgin’ be the scraps ‘e ’as,…
Ah, well, the thing that lived liv… And who are we to say it nay? When Vandal and when Goth had gon… Long, long beyond great Caesar’s… The Arts that sought for heights…
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…
I’ve crawled; I’ve eaten dirt; I’… I’ve dodged the cops an’ led a dou… I’ve readied up wild tales to tell… W’ich afterwards I’ve 'ad to take… Red raw. Aw, I been goin’ it to b…
Winter has come; and tardily Now little nipping winds are rife Where laggard leaves, on many a tr… Still cling tenaciously to life. Spent Autumn with a myriad hues