I was drifting in the drizzle past… Which, I’m told, is very tony—and… And I somehow fell a-thinking of… Of a palace in Australia called T… Just a little six-room’d shanty bu…

If you fancy that your people came… If you hint of higher breeding by… If you’re proud because of fortune… Then I’ll play no second fiddle:… If you think that your profession…

With the frame of a man, and the f… And the great, wide, wondering, in… With his hideous dress and his hea… And the Warder says, in a softene… ’Tis a ghastly travesty of drill—o…

I may walk until I’m fainting, I… I might drink until my back teeth… But I can’t forget my ruin and th… When I wore a pink carnation in m… Oh, I thought that time could con…

There are writers great and writer… And writers on the spree; And writers short and writers tall… And bards of low degree. There are artists small and artist…

Over there, above the jetty, stand… With a tennis ground and terrace,… They are gentlemen and ladies—they… But old Varden’s been unlucky—los… Troubles gathered fast upon him wh…

I HATE this grinding poverty— To toil, and pinch, and borrow, And be for ever haunted by The spectre of to-morrow. It breaks the strong heart of a ma…

Do you think, you slaves of a thou… You can crush the spirit that has… When you’ve scattered the last of… You will hold the land– ay, you’ll… Till your gold has levelled each m…

He was lengthsman on the railway,… That “pre-eminence in sorrow” of t… But as dear to him and precious we… Were the workman’s little daughter… Speak their names in tones that li…

The fields are fair in autumn yet,… But we bow our heads and we brood… Or we nod and smile the social whi… But we break our hearts, oh, we br… There’s the old love wronged ere t…

The world is narrow and ways are s… For little is new where the crowds… Greater, or smaller, the same old… And tired of all is the spirit tha… of the days when the world was wid…

It is well when you’ve lived in cl… To mourn for the days gone by, Would I live the same life over Could I live again? Not I! But, knowing the false from the re…

Now up and down the siding brown The great black crows are flyin’, And down below the spur, I know, Another 'milker’s’ dyin’; The crops have withered from the g…

A cloud of dust on the long white… And the teams go creeping on Inch by inch with the weary load; And by the power of the green-hide… The distant goal is won.

Most unpleasantly adjacent to the… Stood a 'terrace’ in the city when… And a notice indicated there were… In the middle house, and lodgings… Now, a singular observer could hav…