#AustralianWriters
‘I want a parlourmaid.’ ‘Well, let me see If you were God, what kind of mai… ‘She would be tall, She would be fair,
Sometimes I wish that I were Hel… And wise as Pallas, That I might have most royal gift… In love’s sweet chalice. Then I reflect my dear love is no…
Today is rebels’ day. And yet we… All of us rebels, until day is don… And when the stars come out we cel… A revolution that’s not yet begun. Today is rebels’ day. And men in…
They say she was a creature of the… A lover of the angels, silence bou… She sought no friendships. She wa… Her sister Charlotte found. I know she nursed her brother till…
We watched the dawn breaking acros… While just above us hung the eveni… The nearer waters took a hint of w… And clouds and waves together mass… Narrowed our morning world of pall…
This morning I got up before the… Had seized the hill, And scrambled heart-hot, noisy, pa… In sleep laid still. There they lay helpless under the…
I read a statement in a newspaper That Twentyman, the manufacturer, Found it was cheaper to deliver go… By horse and lorry than by motor-t… Or motor-van. So he had sold his…
I’m not his wife. I am his paramo… His wayside love, picked up in jou… Rose of the hedgerows; fragrant, t… Me down beside the ditch, a droope… Some country boy may stick into hi…
O you, dear trees, you have learne… You must have studied this only th… Men have thought of God and laugh… And of love. And of song. But you, dear trees, from your bir…
I like the riders Clad in rose and blue; Their colours glitter And their horses too. Swift go the riders
In this little school Life goes so sweetly, Day on azure day Is lost completely. No one thinks too much,
A bunch of lilac and a storm of ha… On the same afternoon! Indeed I k… Here in the South it always happe… That lilac is companioned by the g… I took some hailstones from the wi…
There’s a band in the street, ther… It will play you a tune for a penn… It will play you a tune, you a tun… And you, though you haven’t got an… For the music’s free, and the musi…
They say—priests say— That God loves the world. Maybe he does, When the dew is pearl’d On the emerald grass,
My heart is a pomegranate full of… To crimson with sunshine and swell… Warmed by your smile and besprent… See, it has opened for you!