“Now tell me what can England do?… Said the Kaiser to the Spy. “She can do nought, your Majesty— You rule the sea and sky. Her day of destiny is done;

You love me, you say, and I think… But I know so many who don’t, And how can I say I’ll be true to… When I know very well that I won’… I have journeyed long and my goal…

A BLANKET low and leaden, Though rent across the west, Whose darkness seems to deaden The brightest and the best; A sunset white and staring

When you see a man come walking do… Suit of saddle tweed and soft shir… With the careless swing and carria… There is freedom in Australia! he… Clingin’ back,

‘For he rides hard to dull the pai… Who rides from him who loves him b… But he rides slowly home again, Whose restless heart must rove for…

Above the ashes straight and tall, Through ferns with moisture drippi… I climb beneath the sandstone wall… My feet on mosses slipping. Like ramparts round the valley’s e…

Fire lighted; on the table a meal… A lantern in the stable; a jingle… The mail-coach looming darkly by l… The growl of sleepy voices; a cand… A stumble in the passage of folk w…

We knew too little of the world, And you and I were good’€” '€™Twas paltry things that wrecked… As well I knew they would. The people said our love was dead,

The blue sky arches o’er mountain… The scene is as fair as a scene ca… But I’m breaking my heart for a L… And fogs that shall never come bac… I choke with tears when the day is…

A dusty clearing in the scrubs Of barren, western lands— Where, out of sight, or sign of ho… The wretched school-house stands; A roof that glares at glaring days…

The short hour’s halt is ended, The red gone from the west, The broken wheel is mended, And the dead men laid to rest. Three days have we retreated

It was the Man from Waterloo, When work in town was slack, Who took the track as bushmen do, And humped his swag out back. He tramped for months without a bo…

I scorn the man, a fool at most, And ignorant and blind, Who loves to go about and boast “He understands mankind.” I thought I had that knowledge to…

'Tis a legend of the bushmen from… When he opened up the country and… Tis the old tale of a fortune miss… And, perhaps, you haven’t heard it… They were north of running rivers,…

By the bodies and minds and souls… In the city’s offal-holes, where t… By the prayers that bubble out, bu… We swear the tyrants of earth to r… By the child that sees the light,…