Mr Blades, the butcher, was a lar… ‘Best him at a cattle deal,’ ’twas… He ate a lot and drank a lot and h… And he jollied all the ladies in h… His family was numerous, and helpe…

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…

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…

Three hills lead on to Lilydale, Where runs the White Horse Road. Three slopes dip down into the val… The placid vale of Lilydale, That somnolent abode

‘Well, what tidings today?’ said t… To the burgeoning rose. ‘You are young, yet already you se… Much of life, I suppose.’ Said the rose, 'Oh, this life is…

Blokes ~ ‘Erb Do you know ’Erb? Now, there’s a… If football’s on your mind, why, '… To put you wise. It’s his whole… Keen? He’s as keen as mustard on…

Mrs Felix Donnett was a lady of r… For ten years her husband was mayo… For ten years she queened it as ou… And ‘everything she did, my dear,’… But the mayoral pomp sat lightly o…

‘I hear them speak of a Fed’ral s… Where shall arise a city bright Mother, where is this bonzer spot? Shall we not seek it and build our… Is it in some mild and temp’rate z…

Where the little river gleaming Thro’ its shadows green and cool Broadens to the quiet dreaming Of a little shady pool; There an azure jewel burning

Not upon the crowded beaches Where the sun beats fierce and hot… Not upon the river reaches In a shady silvan spot; But in some deep mountain valley,

‘Sure thing,’ said the grocer; ‘as… This horse, Peter Pan, is the saf… ‘I see by the paper,’ commanded th… ‘He’s tipped and he carries my who… The butcher said, 'Well, now, it’…

A duty done... What else was ther… A simple matter; and as simply sol… His straight young mind worked str… As ever youth’s clean mind. Here… And weighty pondering of faith or…

A civic lady, peerly proud Of excellences that here crowd About her trim, well-ordered stree… The visitor she warmly greets E’er with a bland and kindly smile…

When your dose is code as barble, Ad you sduffle all the day, Ad your head id is behavig Id a bost unbleased way; When your ev’ry joid is achig

My natal day was yesterday; And so I said to Fate, ‘What gifts bring you, by one, by… To ease my parlous state?’ ‘I proffer blindly,’ Fate replied…