There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not, On the desolate flats where gaunt appletrees rot. Where the brooding old ridge rises up to the breeze From his dark lonely gullies of stringy-bark trees,...
Ah, well! but the case seems hopeless, and the pen might write in vain; The people gabble of old things over and over again. For the sake of the sleek importer we slave with the pick and the shears,...
Of his beauty, or stature, or colour of hair I hadn't the slightest hint, But he comes to me as a little man, with a scrubby beard and a squint, With a heart somewhere if it wasn't there, and an Irish terrier nose,...
Roll up, Eureka's heroes, on that grand Old Rush afar, For Lalor's gone to join you in the big camp where you are; Roll up and give him welcome such as only diggers can,...
There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not, On the desolate flats where gaunt appletrees rot. Where the brooding old ridge rises up to the breeze From his dark lonely gullies of stringy-bark trees,...
So I sit and write and ponder, while the house is deaf and dumb, Seeing visions "over yonder" of the war I know must come. In the corner, not a vision, but a sign for coming days...
'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 While he has money to lend,...
To my fellow sinners all, who, in hope and doubt, Through the Commonwealth to-night watch the Old Year out, New Year's Resolutions are jerry-built I know, But I want to say to you, 'Give yourselves a show'. ...
He's gone to England for a wife Among the ladies there; And yet I know a lass he deemed The rarest of the rare. He's gone to England for a wife; And rich and proud is he....
The sand was heavy on our feet, A Christmas sky was o'er us, And half a mile through dust and heat Lake 'Liza lay before us. 'You'll have a long and heavy tramp', So said the last adviser,...
On the moonlighted decks there are children at play, While smoothly the steamer is holding her way; And the old folks are chatting on deck-seats and chairs, And the lads and the lassies go strolling in pairs....
A son of elder sons I am, Whose boyhood days were cramped and scant, Through ages of domestic sham And family lies and family cant. Come, elder brothers mine, and bring...
There are three lank bards in a borrowed room, Ah! The number is one too few, They have deemed their home and the bars unfit For the thing that they have to do....
"Was I at Eureka?" His figure was drawn to a youthful height, And a flood of proud recollections made the fire in his grey eyes bright; With pleasure they lighted and glisten'd, tho' the digger was grizzled and old,...
The brown eyes came from Asia, where all mystery is true, Ere the masters of Soul Secrets dreamed of hazel, grey, and blue; And the Brown Eyes came to Egypt, which is called the gypsies' home,...
PAT M'DURMER brought the tidings to the town of God-Forgotten : 'There are lively days before ye, commin Parlymint's dissolved!' And the boys were all excited, for the State, of course, was 'rotten,'...
Old Ivan McIvanovitch, with knitted brow of care, Has climbed up from the engine-room to get a breath of air; He slowly wipes the grease and sweat from hairy face and neck....