#Australians #XIXCentury #XXCentury
There’s a pretty little story with… Comes from Beenleigh on the Logan… For we scarcely dare to credit ev’… Those unhappy country papers 'twix… ’Twas the man who owned the wherry…
He is coming! He is coming! witho… He is coming! He is coming! and h… And, if you should pause to wonder… ’Tis the King of our Republic, an… No, he comes not to amuse us, and…
“Nobody’s enemy save his own”— (What shall it be in the end?)— Still by the nick-name he is known… “Everyone’s Friend.” “Nobody’s Enemy” stands alone
Out there by the rocks, at the end… In the mouth of the river, the Wa… She is resting where meet the blue… And only her masts and her funnel… And you see, when is fading the su…
Lo! the Boar’s tail is salted, an… And his right eye is extinguished… He is flying round the fences wher… And he’s very much excited for a q… For his ships have had a scrap and…
There’s such a lot of work to do,… I’m scribbling this against a book… It strikes me that I’ll scribble… And write my last lines so perchan… There’s lots of things to come and…
Ah, well! but the case seems hopel… The people gabble of old things ov… For the sake of the sleek importer… While hundreds of boys in Austral… A new generation has risen under…
OH! the folly, the waste, and the… They are seeking a site for a city… Whose love for their ease grows gr… They are seeking a site for a city… In ignorance, deafness, blindness,…
It has a “point” of neither sex But comes in guise of both, And, doubly dangerous complex, It is a thing to loathe— A lady with her sweet, sad smile,
Our hull is seldom painted, Our decks are seldom stoned; Our sails are patched and cobbled And chains by rust marooned. Our rigging is untidy,
Once I wrote a little poem which… And I showed the printer’s copy t… First he praised the thing a littl… ‘The ideas are good,’ he muttered,… So I straighten’d up the rhythm w…
I cannot blame old Israel yet, For I am not a sage— I shall not know until I get The son of my old age. The mysteries of this Vale of Tea…
There are writers great and writer… And writers on the spree; And writers short and writers tall… And bards of low degree. There are artists small and artist…
A tall, slight, English gentleman… With an eyeglass to his eye; He mostly says “Good-Bai” to you, When he means to say “Good-bye”; He shakes hands like a ladies’ man…
To my fellow sinners all, who, in… Through the Commonwealth to-night… New Year’s Resolutions are jerry-… But I want to say to you, “Give y… You who drink for drinking’s sake,…