I’m lyin’ in a narrow bed, ‘N’ starin’ at a wall. Where all is white my plastered he… Is whitest of it all. My life is jist a whitewashed blan…
‘Who’ll bid? Who’ll bid? ' the q… Where throned Death was calling. I seemed to sense his charnel tang… Mephitic air appalling; And every tick I heard the clang
The Viennese authorities have mel… the great bell in St. Stephen’s t… for guns or muntions. Every poor v… has made a similar gift.—Lokal An… The great bell booms across the to…
The great men framed the fierce de… Embroiling State with State; They bit their thumbs across the s… In diplomatic hate; They lit the pyre whose glare and…
What price yer humble, Dicko Smit… in gaudy putties girt, With sand-blight in his optics, an… leaner than he started, Round the 'Oly Land cavorting in…
PAST a dull, grey plain where a… When the orbéd moon turns her tens… And the wind that steals by the dr… Through the tall, still trees and… In a clearing wide, where a willow…
We are wondering why those fellows… Of the rosy times out droving, and… Do not leave the dreary office, as… And enjoy ‘the views,’ ‘the campfi… If it’s fun to travel cattle or to…
I’m wonderin’ why those fellers wh… ‘Bout the rosy times out drovin’,… Don’t sling the bloomin’ office, s… And soak up all the glory that com… P’r’aps it’s fun to travel cattle…
A STRAIGHT old fossicker was… Who clung to that in spite of frie… A grim and grizzled worshipper of… All other arts and industries desp… Bare-boned and hard, with thin lon…
I took to khaki at a word, And fashioned dreams of wonder. I rode the great sea like a bird, Chock full of blood and thunder. I saw myself upon the field
“A soldier braving disease and dea… the battlefield has a seven times… of life than a new-born baby.”—Sec… War, U.S.A. The Hapless Army from the dark
We were living in a flat; it was n… At eighty-four the Barleys lived,… He had a wife and numerous kids.… Some three feet and a quarter off,… And when the Barley boys broke ou…
We were storemen, clerks and packe… an ammunition dump Twice the size of Cootamundra, an… we had to hump They were bombs as big as water-bu…
HE RODE along one splendid noon… When all the hills were lit with… And through the bushland throbbed… Of every living, hopeful thing. Between his teeth a rose he bore
Three other soldier blokes 'n’ me… ‘ome from foreign lands; Bit into each the God of Battles’… brands. They limped in time, 'n’ coughed i…
He’s an old grey horse, with his h… And with dim old eyes and a que… With the off-fore sprung and the h… And he bears all over the brand… And he lifts his head from the gra…
Don told me that he loved me dear Where down the range Whioola pour… And when I laughed and would not… He flung away to fight the wars. He flung away—how should he know
WHEN the white sun scorches the… Or looms blood red on the Western… When the winds at war strew the mo… Or the flood tides wheel in the va… We are leading back, and the faint…
IN THE MORN when the keen blad… And the chips on the dead leaves d… And the bush echoes back right mer… Blow for blow as the sunbeams glan… From the axe when it sweeps in cir…
Dear Ned, I now take up my pen to… you these few lines, And hopin’ how they find you fit.… it seems an age Since Jumbo ducked the Port, 'n’…
As bullets come to us they’re thin… They’re angular, or smooth and fat… Some spiral are, and gimlet in, And some are sharp, and others fla… The slim one pink you clean and ne…
FROM a river siding, the railway… Or the dull new port there three d… Forward and back on the up-hill tr… With a creak of the jinker, a ring… Slow as a funeral, sure as steam,
When the horse has been unharnesse… And the water o’er the sluice is r… When there’s thirty load before us… And we’ve worked from early mornin… Not a man of us is weary, though t…
SKIRTING the swamp and the tan… Tramping and turning amidst the tr… Carrying nothing but blankets and… Careless of pleasure and health an… Hither and thither with never a go…
Back again 'n’ nothin’ missin’ bar… arf a hand, Where an Abdul bit me, chokin’ in… Land. ‘Struth, they got some dirty fight…
Once in a blue eternity they gave… dabs of rum To close the seams 'n’ keep the fl… liquor-tight condition; But, soft 'n’ sentimental, when th…
It is thirty moons since I slung… From the job at the hay and corn, Took me solemn oath, 'n’ I straig… All the ways of life, dinkum ways… ‘N’ the things on which it was goo…
What is meant by active service ‘Ere where sin is leakin’ loose, ‘N’ the oldest 'and’s as nervis As a dog-bedevilled goose, Has bin writ be every poet
He came from tumbled country past… humps of Buffalo Where the snow sits on the mountai… Summer aches below. He’d a silly name like Archie. Sq…
Men of all the lands Australian f… From the Heads of Sydney Harbour… There’s a spirit loudly calling… Where the city crowds are throngin… Do ye feel the holy fervour of a n…
