Macleay Street looks to Mosman, Across the other side, With brave asphalted pavements And roadway clean and wide. Macleay Street hath its mansions,

I notice in “Answers to Correspondents” that the Bulletin has no sympathy for, or can’t understand the poet bloke that wishes to be buried at sea. I don’t wish to be buried anywhere jus...

The brooding ghosts of Australian… My spirit revives in the morning b… though it died when the sun went d… The river is high and the stream i… and the grass is green and tall,

The world has had enough of bards… ‘Tis time the people passed a law… For ‘twould be lovely if their fri… Those bards of ’tears’ and 'vanish… They say that life’s an awful thin…

Down here where the ships loom lar… The gloom when the sea-storms veer… Down here on the south-west margin Of the western hemisphere, Where the might of a world-wide oc…

Did you see that man riding past, With shoulders bowed with care? There’s failure in his eyes to las… And in his heart despair. He seldom looks to left or right,

(Writer was brought in long clothe… Said Grenfell to my spirit, “You’… Of the charms of other places, and… You have claimed another native pl… Since you never paid a visit to a…

Our Andy’s gone to battle now 'Gainst Drought, the red marauder… Our Andy’s gone with cattle now Across the Queensland border. He’s left us in dejection now;

A son of elder sons I am, Whose boyhood days were cramped an… Through ages of domestic sham And family lies and family cant. Come, elder brothers mine, and bri…

Who Was Found Dead Near This Tr… (Don’t Cut Down this Tree, for a… Oh, the wild black swans fly westw… While the sun goes down in glory— And away o’er lonely plain and hil…

While they struggle on exhausted, While they plough through bog and… While they drag their sick and wou… Where the tracks are drenched with… While the Fates seemed joined to…

When first I came to town, resolv… To fight my way alone, No prouder foot than mine e’er tro… Upon the pavement stone; But I am one in thousands,

We have lived till these times, br… We who lived in this; We have not grown old together, Soon our lives must close— Rewi’s first! For I am dying

It’s only a sod, but 'twill break… Nigh hardened wid toilin’ and cari… And make the ould wounds in it tin… It’s only a sod, but it’s parcel a… Of strugglin’, sufferin’ Erin.

There were ten of us there on the… And one on the for’ard hatch; No straighter mate to his mates th… Had ever said: ‘Len’s a match!’ “’Twill be long, old man, ere our…