The crescent moon and clock tower are fair above the wall Across the smothered lanes of 'Loo, the stifled vice and all, And in the shadow yonder, like cats that wait for scraps,...
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy little screw; You are young and educated, and a clever chap you are,...
As the night was falling slowly down on city, town and bush, From a slum in Jones's Alley sloped the Captain of the Push; And he scowled towards the North, and he scowled towards the South,...
The Captains sailed from all the World, from all the world and Spain; And each one for his country's ease, her glory and her gain; The Captains sailed to Southern Seas, and sailed the Spanish Main;...
At a point where the old road crosses The river, and turns to the right, I'd camped with the team; and the hosses Was all fixed up for the night. I'd been to the town to carry A load to the Cudgegong;...
The Plains lay bare on the homeward route, And the march was heavy on man and brute; For the Spirit of Drought was on all the land, And the white heat danced on the glowing sand. ...
With eyes that are narrowed to pierce To the awful horizons of land, Through the blaze of hot days, and the fierce White heat-waves that flow on the sand; Through the Never Land westward and nor'ward,...
It was pleasant up the country, Mr. Banjo, where you went, For you sought the greener patches and you travelled like a gent; And you curse the trams and buses and the turmoil and the push,...
They sing of the grandeur of cliffs inland, But the cliffs of the ocean are truly grand; And I long to wander and dream and doubt Where the cliffs by the ocean run out and out. ...
From Woolwich and Brentford and Stamford Hill, from Richmond into the Strand, Oh, the Cockney soul is a silent soul, as it is in every land! But out on the sand with a broken band it's sarcasm spurs them through;...
Once more I write a line to you, While darker shadows fall; Dear friends of mine who have been true, And steadfast through it all. If I have written bitter rhymes, With many lines that halt,...
They sunk a post into the ground Where their leaders bade them stop; It was a man's height, and they spiked A crosspiece to the top. They bound it well with thongs of hide, To make it firm and good;...
'Twas merry when the hut was full Of jolly girls and fellows. We danced and sang until we burst The concertina's bellows. From distant Darling to the sea, From the Downs to Riverina,...
It was old Jerry Brown, Who'd an office in town, And he used to get jocular, very; And he'd go to the Shore When they'd serve him no more, And, of course, by the passenger ferry,...
The Lady of the Motor-car she stareth straight ahead; Her face is like the stone, my friend, her face is like the dead; Her face is like the stone, my friend, because she is 'well-bred',...
In the days that will be olden after many years are gone, Ere the world emerged from darkness floating out into the dawn, On a mountain rising steeply from the depth of marsh and wood...
Fire lighted; on the table a meal for sleepy men; A lantern in the stable; a jingle now and then; The mail-coach looming darkly by light on moon and star; The growl of sleepy voices; a candle in the bar;...
Oh, Great White Czar of Russia, who hid your face and ran, You've flung afar the grandest chance that ever came to man! You might have been, and could have been, ah, think it to your shame!,...