#AustralianWriters
A golden maid whose golden voice Calls to the northern lands, Of riches she has had her choice. Twin treasures to make men rejoice Came easy to her hands:
Da ruction happen by Nicko’s plac… Las’ week, in da deada da night. Da copper he very near cop da case Accounta da fish-shop fight In da great beeg international way
At the meeting of the waters Where the dark tree shadows play Wangaratta’s sons and daughters Dream the drowsy hours away; Placid see the season’s greeting
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…
‘Alas!’ said the devil, said he to… And his swart face drooped with ca… ‘Life is a liar, a cheat,’ said he 'And the end of it all - despair. Why mourn you here, poor pawn of t…
I nigh drops dead (the bo’sun said… When the gist of things I grip In the land by these 'ere Souther… As I seen on my long last trip. They seems a joke, them curious fo…
The veil was rent, and mundane Ti… And I beheld the End of Things.… Pronounced on all the World that… Rank upon rank before the Throne… And every man since Time began by…
VOICE OF THE PEOPLE (waili… ‘Who can deliver us, Lord of our… Out of the depths comes our passio… Wrung from the soul of us. Aid f… Tell us, we pray, that our succor…
Mrs Dibbs - Polly Dibbs, Standing at a tub, Washing other people’s clothes - Rub-Rub-Rub. Poor, old, skinny arms
But a scant 2000 folk, no more, Sitting solemn-faced within the pe… While the parsons preach and outwa… In divers tones, their own peculia… Folk of sobriety,
Said old George Jones: 'All in a… ’Tis little time enough, and well… This youthful country proud among… Of progress wooed and won for prog… A splendid city shining by the sea
A sight that gives me much distres… Is George without his trousers, Garbed, scantily, in bathing dress Proscribed by saintly Wowsers, And Gerty, gay and forward flirt,
Dolefully and drearily Come I with the spring; Wearily and cerily My threnody I sing. Hear my drear, discordant note
Bountiful rain, we have yearned fo… When, thro’ the drought days, ill… Thankfulness vast in the past we d… When you have come at the end of o… Now you have come, is our subseque…
A duty done... What else was ther… A simple matter; and as simply sol… His straight young mind worked str… As ever youth’s clean mind. Here… And weighty pondering of faith or…