The sun burns hotly thro’ the gums As down the road old Rogan comes The hatter from the lonely hut Beside the track to Woollybutt. He likes to spend his Christmas w…

For, even in the most altruistic mood, there are some I bar.) Workers, shirkers, writers, skiters, philosophers and others, Of the class that habitually looketh even beyond its nose. To...

Oh, what a pleasant game is life When we are bravely batting And glorying in skill and strife. We scorn defensive patting As Fate sends down the easy ones

Ye are the Great White People, m… Spreading your stern dominion over… Here, where my fathers hunted sinc… To our land’s sweet, fecund places… Mouthing your creed of Culture to…

Aye, call it murder is ye will! ’Tis not the crime I fear. If his cold curse would but lie st… And silent in its bier, Then would I be indeed content,

I met a lonely Labor man, Forlorn and pessimistic: Who’d not yet fallen ‘neath the ba… Of leagues antagonistic. With an expression greatly peeved,

When grandma wished to keep her fr… Her apples she would take And put them on a bed of straw At rest, but wide awake; But newer days have newer modes,

Oh, my brothers do not wrangle. When the sweets of office dangle At a most inviting angle Be polite. In the legislative struggle,

They climbed the trees . . . As w… The Glugs climbed trees in the da… When the oldes tree in the land to… Was a tender little seedling - Na… This climbing habit was old, so ol…

The pale young man he comes to me, An’ chats me good an’ fair; ‘The langwidge that you use,’ ses… ‘Pollutes the good, clean air. Why don’t yeh chuck sich silly rot…

I often pause to contemplate The sadly barren mental state Of persons whom it is my fate To meet on Monday morning. They should be, after Sunday’s re…

Nay, Mr Speaker, let the ideal st… The picture that voters have in mi… Of Solons in debate far leagues a… Deep in the problems of poor human… Here where the Cotter wends by ve…

Friends! Have you, too, noticed that calm w… Upon affairs today? Search as we may, The papers have few things indeed…

Callithumpus Kevin Kerr was a you… Rich and handsome, eligible, sound… Somewhat absent as to mind, and pe… To allow his love quest and his wo… ‘Jupiter,’ said he, ‘and Mars, al…

‘Swe-e-et! Swe-e-et!’ Low at fi… Full of soft seductiveness on a wh… Who comes in mercy now, crumbs of… For a grey bird pleading from a co… Just a thread of tallow-fat, just…