Now, I always have preserved a ce… Quite definite in reference to Wo… ('Tis futility concealing That I have the Weary Feeling And tendency perennial to shirk)

Underneath a tree I lie, Watching with lack lustre eye, All those little trivial things Weakness after sickness brings; Watching birds flit to and fro;

Contributions are invited to this… They must not be too solemn. And, say: They Must not be TOO gay?

Because some unimportant man In politics talks loud and high, Or some wild, economic plan To lift depression takes his eye, The apathetic citizen

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…

‘Country blokes is kind,’ he said, And sat upon his swag (I had no pipe tobacco, So he said he’d ‘risk a fag.’) ‘A country bloke’s my sort o’ blok…

Beneath a lamp in Spring-street,… I came unwittingly upon a most pat… A sorry spectacle of woe - a limp,… Who leaned against a post and sobb… ‘I’ve lorst me trust in 'uman men;…

Rashly I shot an arrow in the air… And, as my shaft into the zenith s… I knew ’twas bound to fall some ti… And wondered if ‘twould dropp upon… A certain friend of mine who loite…

A country lass with rosy cheeks, A healthy maid with merry ways; Labor ‘mid loveliness she seeks, And strives to crowd with joy her… For she was raised upon a farm;

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…

I’ve never met a man who hated dog… One meets with all sorts as throug… The mean ones, and the vain ones,… The foolish fellows who splash up… The brisk ‘live wires,’ the dull,…

I love you, dear, o’ morn and moon… I love your ev’ry mood and guise; But, neath the soft, enchanting mo… Such loveliness the gods must priz… ’Tis then I long to dare and figh…

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…

Because a little vagrant wind veer… Or else, because a sun-spot stirre… Because some idle god in play brea… The heads of twice two million fol… Patter, patter… Boolconmatta,

Now this is the ballad of Jeremy… And likewise of Bobadil Brown, Of the Snooks and the Snaggers an… And Diggle and Daggle and Down. In fact, ’tis a song of a fatuous…