In Hans' old Mill his three black cats Watch the bins for the thieving rats. Whisker and claw, they crouch in the night, Their five eyes smouldering green and bright:...
As tall as the lily, as tall as the rose, And almost as tall as the hollyhocks, Ranked breast to breast in sentinel rows Stand the gladiola stocks. ...
Love breathed a secret to her listening heart, And said "Be silent." Though she guarded it, And dwelt as one within a world apart, Yet sun and star seemed by that secret lit....
Good morning sweetheart. Good morning my Saint of a sweetheart. It has been two year mother since the boy has sailed on his mythical journey. Since he hid within his luggage...
When ther's a flaar show, clooas show at th' same time. Aw hear fowk tawk abaat "floral gems," and sich like stuff, but aw understand varry little abaat it. But aw've a few gems ov another sooart at sich times - aw call 'em gem...
Flag of the free, our sable sires Have borne thee oft before Into hot battles' hell-lit fires, Against the fiercest foe. When first he shook his shaggy mein, And made the welkin ring,...
Sons of Australia, be loyal and true to her, Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross! Sing a loud song to be joyous and new to her, Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross!...
Love has crept out of her seal'd heart As a field-bee, black and amber, Breaks from the winter-cell, to clamber Up the warm grass where the sunbeams start.
I've shore at Burrabogie, and I've shore at Toganmain, I've shore at big Willandra and upon the old Coleraine, But before the shearin' was over I've wished myself back, again...
"Flash" was a white-foot sorrel, an' run on Number Three: Not much stable manners - an average horse to see; Notional in his methods - strong in loves an' hates;...
My thoughts soar not as they ought to soar, Higher and higher on soul-lent wings; But ever and often, and more and more They are dragged down earthward by little things, By little troubles and little needs,...
My thoughts soar not as they ought to soar, Higher and higher on soul-lent wings; But ever and often, and more and more They are dragged down earthward by little things, By little troubles and little needs,...
She took my strength by minutes, She took my life by hours, She drained me like a fevered moon That saps the spinning world. The days went by like shadows, The minutes wheeled like stars....
My leg? It's off at the knee. Do I miss it? Well, some. You see I've had it since I was born; And lately a devilish corn. (I rather chuckle with glee...
Voices out of the shade that cried, And long noon in the hot calm places, And children's play by the wayside, And country eyes, and quiet faces, All these were round my steady paces. ...
O memory! that which I gave thee To guard in thy garner yestreen - Little deeming thou e'er could'st behave thee Thus basely - hath gone from thee clean! Gone, fled, as ere autumn is ended...