#AustralianWriters
So I sit and write and ponder, wh… Seeing visions “over yonder” of th… In the corner– not a vision– but a… Stand a box of ammunition and a ri… And in this, the living present, l…
Of home, name and wealth and ambit… We are children of fortune and luc… They deny there’s a shred of our c… But they cannot deny us the pluck! We are vagabond scamps, we are kin…
They are creeping on through the c… Ere they rush to stab with the bay… And many are wounded, many are dea… And fling them down on a blood-sta… And they dream, perhaps, of the da…
He works in the glen where the war… And the gums and the ashes are tal… ’Neath cliffs that re-echo the sou… When the wedges leap in from the m… He comes of a hardy old immigrant…
Oh! this is a joyful dirge, my fri… And this is a clamour of Victory,… It isn’t a Yelp of the Battlefiel… But an ode to the Things that the… ’Tis a triolet of the Tomb, you b…
’Twas in the felon’s dock he stood… His voice with grief was broken, a… He muttered, as that broken nose h… ‘It’s orfal when the p’leece has g… ‘I am a honest workin’ cove, as an…
WE WANT the man who will lead t… The man who will pioneer. We have no use for the gentleman, Or the cheating Cheap-Jack here; We have no room for the men who sh…
Who’s that mysterious rider, Full-sized, yet far away, Seen by the Western-sider— A spectre of the day? On ridge or seeming high line
‘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…
I.— Peter Michaelov It was Peter the Barbarian put an… And rolled up the honoured bundle… And he tramped from Darkest Russi…
I only woke this morning To find the world is fair— I’m going on for forty, With scarcely one grey hair; I’m going on for forty,
Only one old post is standing— Solid yet, but only one— Where the milking, and the brandin… And the slaughtering were done. Later years have brought dejection…
“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
Sing the strong, proud song of La… Toss the ringing music high; Liberty’s a nearer neighbour Than she was in days gone by. Workmen’s weary wives and daughter…
The centuries found me to nations… My people have crowned me and made… My royal regalia is love, truth, a… A girl called Australia– I’ve com… Though no fields of conquest grew…