A month ago the world grew grey fe… A month ago the light went out fer… To ‘er they broke it gentle as mig… But fer ’is pal ‘twus one uv them… That stops the ’eart-beat; fer to…

By lagoons and reedy places, Where the little river races By the lips of dreaming pools Where the soothing water cools Many a verdant slope and hollow,

‘E calls me Digger; that’s ‘ow ’e… ‘E sez ’e’s only 'arf a man; an’ g… Judged be 'is nerve, I’d say 'e w… Uv me an’ you. Then ‘e digs ’arf a fag out uv 'is…

So we forget? The streets bloom… With festive garments, many hued; And man and maid laugh down the wa… With all the joy of life imbued. Respite from toil, surcease from c…

Dark lady of the laggard dawn, Hiding within her gully deep; Long have night’s curtains been wi… Before her earliest sun-shaft’s pe… And, long before the sun sinks dow…

Eight days to beer! A sigh sweeps… Sweeps like a gale from 'Frisco t… ('Say! But it’s tough, this long… Oh boy! I’m rarin’ to get at tha… Six days to beer! Was ever waiti…

‘Could you give me a bite to eat?’… As he tarried by my back door. And I thought of the dull, lean d… As I glanced at the clothes he wo… Patched in places, and worn and ol…

Nobody knew why it should be so; Nobody knew or wanted to know. It might have been checked had but… To trace its beginnings; but nobod… But ’twas clear to the wise that t…

Oh, is there not one place on eart… Where man’s goodwill has gone from… Thro’ adolescence, with its rage, Into a kindly, mellow age A tolerant maturity

I said goodbye to the bees last F… To blooms, and to things like thes… Was shouting loud from the hills,… His gossamer net that fills frail… So I said goodbye to the bees; fo…

Stuffed with tradition and trammel… Cramped in their studies, they sne… At the strange, new passions young… Thro’ a sunlit land, and a tale un… Of youth’s ambition - new-minted g…

World war had come - and gone. I… Spent, broken, by the last despair… Unfitted to attack or yet defend, The nations’ panting remnants skul… A listless, brutish rest, where no…

In the olive groves of Italy Men minds are all aflame; For the war-lust spreads thro’ It… Where war-lords call the game. And they dream of Roman legions

Now Percival Gregory Grandison-L… He came of a fine old stock. His sire was an eminent K.C.B, But Percival never appeared to be A chip off that shrewd old block.

Have you heard the magniloquent, e… The yogi of Yarra, whose silvery… In days of his promise won many vo… When loud in the land was the prai… And he magnetised all with his vig…