We’d harbored them on hovels, and… Altho’ in price they counted less… Had they not still the right, that… To strive and in a place in life’s… Had they not still the gift of Go…

She milked the cow; and all the mo… (It was a beast that never kicked… The startled dicky-birds of early… Sat up amazed to mark this splendi… Nigh fainting with delight upon th…

Why, 'ow’s she goin’, Bill, ole s… I thort I knoo your dile! My oath! You look the proper sor… That khaki soots your style. I never 'eard you’d joined, yeh kn…

I’d like to be a teacher, and have… Calling out, ‘Attention, please!’… I’d be quite strict with boys and… And all the books and maps and thn… I’d make then learn the dates of k…

This is the listening week of the… Listening-in. A-cock and alert is the national e… Listening-in. All over the land in the country t…

Some of us may be tall, ma’am; Some of us may be dark; Some handsome; tho’ not all, ma’am… Are touched by Beatury’s spark. But tall, and dark AND handsome,…

There is a flutter in the trees, And now a sudden, dread unease Stills all the bushland melodies Amid the gums; Stills now the song of wren and th…

Mrs Munn, the midwife - Mother M… Wallowed in the world’s woes; sick… She spared no grisly detail as she… When - 'Me an’ Doctor Littlejohn… For - 'Me an’ Doctor Littlejohn…

Mr Woolin-Wister was assistant at… He had an air of breeding, and the… Were very, very natty and exceedin… For every single day he was habitu… In the very latest fashion; and he…

Is youth not less pedantic, less a… Less prone to value things of litt… In failing to wax wrath about a wo… That bears suspicion of a lowly bi… All words have known their low and…

Here, in soft darkness where the w… Dreamless, my quiet garden slumber… Night’s soothing fingers all adrip… Crept in and out, weaving a mystic… O’er wilting bud and bell;

Do you know this mysterious, serio… Who sits at the game with the card… Watching and waiting While we’re calculating The tricks and the honors? It’s…

Anzac! And war’s grim storm . . . The scream of a pass’ng shell Torn earth, and - a quiet form . .… ‘Pass, comrades. All is well.’ Nay, but his spirit lives; be very…

Look 'ere. I’ll bet a 'arf-a-cro… To anythink you like to name (said… If country fellers went to town, An’ burnt a few big buildin’s down… An’ quids an’ quids went up in fla…

Another milestone gained and passe… Another 'rakkud’ broken, And this year’s deaths exceed the… Which is a hopeful token. America can ne’er look back;. . .…