#AustralianWriters
I in the library, Looking for books to read, Pulled one out twice to see If it fulfilled my need. Butler had written this
There’s a big park just close to w… Trees in a row And shaggy grass whereon the dead… And in the middle round a great la… The fair yachts sail
One comes to love the little saint… As years go by. One learns to love the little sain… ‘O hear me sigh, St. Anthony,
He had served eighty masters. The… He 'worked for these employers’ to… And they, if they had heard him, w… To brand him inefficient whom they… For to know eighty masters is to k…
Every night I hurry home to see If a letter’s there from you to me… Every night I bow my head and say… ‘There’s no word at all from him t…
Miss Murphy has blue eyes and blu… Her machine’s opposite mine So I can stare At her pale face and shining blue-… I’m sure that other people think h…
You may have other loves, Red mouths to kiss. Why should you lose That loveliness for this? No loveliness of mine
I can’t feel the sunshine Or see the stars aright For thinking of her beauty And her kisses bright. She would let me kiss her
O little year, cram full of duty, Rapture and sorrow, too, Show me the way from old paths of… Into the fields of dew. Strange lorn fields where the moon…
He’s out of work! I tell myself a change should mean… And he must look for changes to ad… And he, of all men, really needs a… But I hate change.
Today I saw A market cart going along the road… High-piled and creaking with a son… Of cabbages. The driver sat
I have three loves who are all mos… Each one has cost me many a tear. The one who is dead yet lives in m… I were too poor had I less than t…
They say—priests say— That God loves the world. Maybe he does, When the dew is pearl’d On the emerald grass,
She has all Ireland in her blood, All Ireland’s need of sword and t… With memories dim before the flood… And conflicts of a thousand years. No son of Italy should love
I’ve had no man To guard and shelter me, Guide and instruct me From mine infancy. No lord of earth