“Was I at Eureka?” His figure wa… And a flood of proud recollections… With pleasure they lighted and gli… And we gathered about him and list… “Ah, those were the days,” said th…

’Tis glorious morning everywhere Save where the alleys lie— I see the fleecy steam jets bid “Good morning” to the sky. The gullies of the waratah

We hear a great commotion 'Bout the ship that comes to grief… That founders in mid-ocean, Or is driven on a reef; Because it’s cheap and brittle

Drums of all that’s right and wron… And the new-born baby hears them a… Drums of all that is to be, and al… And we hear them when we’re dreami… Drums of martyred innocence and dr…

Dust and smoke against the sunrise… And a broken sky-line looming like… And a trot, trot, trot and canter… It is General Greybeard Shrapnel… And the scarecrows from the trench…

She’s milking in the rain and dark… As did her mother in the past. The wretched shed of poles and bar… Rent by the wind, is leaking fast. She sees the “home-roof” black and…

What though the world does me ill… And cares my life environ; I’d sooner laugh with Bobbie Burn… Than sneer with titled Byron. The smile has always been the best…

It was pleasant up the country, C… For you sought the greener patches… And you curse the trams and buses… Though you know the squalid city n… But we lately heard you singing of…

At a point where the old road cros… The river, and turns to the right, I’d camped with the team; and the… Was all fixed up for the night. I’d been to the town to carry

There are scenes in the distance w… On the desolate flats where gaunt… Where the brooding old ridge rises… From his dark lonely gullies of st… There are voice-haunted gaps, ever…

MY father-in-law is a careworn ma… And a silent man is he; But he summons a smile as well as… Whenever he meets with me. The sign we make with a silent sha…

NOT to the sober and staid, Leading a quiet life, But to men whose paths are laid Ever through storm and strife’€” Here is a song from me,

Where shall we go for prophecy? W… The holiday street is crowded, pav… Band and banner pass by us, and th… But that great waiting silence is… Where is the cheering and laughter…

My army, O, my army! The time I… I want to see your colours; I wan… I heard them in my boyhood when al… I heard them as a Young Man—and… My army, O, my army! The signs ar…

INTRODUCTION The theme is ancient as the hills, With all their prehistoric glory; But yet of Corney and his friend, We’ve often longed to tell the sto…