While you use your best endeavour… The gambling and the drink which a… While you glorify the bully and ta… You’re a clever southern writer, s… If you sing of waving grasses when…

Far back in the days when the blac… In long single file ’neath the eve… The wool-teams in season came down… And journeyed for weeks on their w… ’Twas then that our hearts and our…

If yer gotter corf about yer, Gotter corf— Gotter corf— If yer gotter corf about yer, Gotter cord—

But what’s the use of writing ‘bus… Though editors demand it— For city folk, and farming folk, Can never understand it. They’re blind to what the bushman…

Out West, where the stars are bri… Where the scorching north wind blo… And the bones of the dead gleam wh… And the sun on a desert glows— Yet within the selfish kingdom

I was welcome in a palace when the… I was petted in a garden and my tr… But for me above the alleys there… Where the third-rate public houses… Where the third-rate public houses

Set me back for twenty summers— For I’m tired of cities now— Set my feet in red-soil furrows And my hands upon the plough, With the two 'Black Brothers’ tru…

(According to Commissioner Hay, Chief Officer of the Salvation Army in Australia, who has just returned from Europe, there are already about 20,000 Salvationists at the Front, and more ...

As it was in the beginning, so we’… For a lover, or a brother, or a sw… As it was in the beginning, so we’… When weak women hug their babies,… As ’tis written now, or spoken, so…

Ten miles down Reedy River A pool of water lies, And all the year it mirrors The changes in the skies. Within that pool’s broad bosom

O I dreamt I shore in a shearing… For every one of the rouseabouts w… Dressed up like a page in a pantom… They had flaxen hair they had coal… There was short plump girls there…

They are creeping on through the c… Ere they rush to stab with the bay… And many are wounded, many are dea… And fling them down on a blood-sta… And they dream, perhaps, of the da…

There are three lank bards in a bo… Ah! The number is one too few— They have deemed their home and th… For the thing that they have to do… Three glasses they fill with the…

Old Mate! In the gusty old weath… When our hopes and our troubles we… In the years spent in wearing out… I found you unselfish and true— I have gathered these verses toget…

They’d parted but a year before—sh… She stammer’d, blushed, held out h… How could he know that all the whi… He called her ‘Miss le Brook,’ an… They’d parted but a year before; t…