#Australians
Listen! The end draws nearer, Nearer the morning—or night— And I see with a vision clearer That the beginning was right! These shall be words to remember
I cannot blame old Israel yet, For I am not a sage, I shall not know until I get The son of my old age. The mysteries of this Vale of Tea…
I listened through the music and t… And all the hollow noises of that… I heard beyond the music and beyon… The steady tramp of thousands that… Tramp! tramp! tramp!
By hut, homestead and shearing she… By railroad, coach and track– By lonely graves where rest the de… Up-Country and Out-Back: To where beneath the clustered sta…
Jack Denver died on Talbragar whe… And there was sorrow round the pla… Jack Denver’s wife bowed down her… And big Ben Duggan by the bed sto… But big Ben Duggan saddled up, an…
The old year went, and the new ret… The cheque was spent that the shea… and the sheds were all cut out; The publican’s words were short an… and the publican’s looks were blac…
It knows it all, it knows it all, The world of groans and laughter, It sneers of pride before a fall, But the bitter pride comes after: So leave me and I’ll seek you not…
THERE can be no doubt but that without sentiment the world would be worse than it now is; but sentiment, though a good servant, is a bad master. Though not wishing to make a virtue of s...
MY father-in-law is a careworn ma… And a silent man is he; But he summons a smile as well as… Whenever he meets with me. The sign we make with a silent sha…
They lie, the men who tell us for… That want is here a stranger, and… For where the nearest suburb and t… My window-sill is level with the f… Drifting past, drifting past,
So I sit and write and ponder, wh… Seeing visions “over yonder” of th… In the corner– not a vision– but a… Stand a box of ammunition and a ri… And in this, the living present, l…
There’ll be royal times in Sydney… There’ll be lots of dreary drivel… From the men who own Australia, b… And who could not point their runs… Oh, the daily Press will grovel a…
Where’s the steward?—Bar-room ste… I have left a three-pound billet j… Brighter shines the Star of Rover… But I think I’d give a kingdom fo… Run of rocky shelves at sunrise, w…
They lifted her out of a story Too sordid and selfish by far, They left me the innocent glory Of love that was pure as a star; They left me all guiltless of “evi…
Of home, name and wealth and ambit… We are children of fortune and luc… They deny there’s a shred of our c… But they cannot deny us the pluck! We are vagabond scamps, we are kin…
