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So you rode from the range where your brothers “select,”

Through the ghostly grey bush in th...
poem by Henry Lawson
By channels of coolness the echoes are calling,
And down the dim gorges I hear the creek falling;
...
poem by Henry Clarence Kendall
If you fancy that your people came of better stock than mine,
If you hint of higher breeding by a ...
poem by Henry Lawson
Fire in the heavens, and fire along the hills,
and fire made solid in the flinty stone,
thick-mass...
poem by Christopher John Brennan
On a lonely selection far out in the West
An old woman works all the day without rest,
And she c...
poem by Henry Lawson
I am shut out of mine own heart
because my love is far from me,
nor in the wonders have I part
th...
poem by Christopher John Brennan
The sun may shine, the rain may fall,
And the world roll round about, -
The king's men and kin...
poem by Harry \'Breaker\' Harbord Morant
A land, as far as the eye can see, where the waving grasses grow
Or the plains are blackened and b...
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
What bitter sorrow courses down
Yon mourner’s faded cheek?
Those scalding drops betray a grie...
poem by Henry Clarence Kendall
MY heart was wandering in the sands,
a restless thing, a scorn apart;
Love set his fire in my ...
poem by Christopher John Brennan
When the sklll'd fashioner of female faces
Designed your mask, he wrought with cunning fist,
A...
poem by Harry \'Breaker\' Harbord Morant
Grey Winter hath gone, like a wearisome guest,
And, behold, for repayment,
September comes in with...
poem by Henry Clarence Kendall
‘WHERE shall we go for our garlands glad
At the falling of the year,
When the burnt-up banks a...
poem by Adam Lindsay Gordon
And they shook their sweetness out in their sleep
On the brink of that beautiful stream,
But it w...
poem by Henry Clarence Kendall
I cry to you as I pass your windows in the dusk;
Ye have built you unmysterious homes and ways in ...
poem by Christopher John Brennan
The Honourable M. T. Nutt
About the bush did jog.
Till, passing by a settler's hut,
He stopped...
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
Peace hath an altar there. The sounding feet
Of thunder and the wildering wings of rain
Against ...
poem by Henry Clarence Kendall
"Love me little, love me long" -
Laggard lover penn'd such song.
Rather, Neil! - In othe...
poem by Harry \'Breaker\' Harbord Morant
If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tale were told in ...
poem by Christopher John Brennan
Ah me! How clearly they come back -
Those golden days of long ago,
When down the droughty Bogan t...
poem by Harry \'Breaker\' Harbord Morant
An angel stood beside the bed
Where lay the living and the dead.
He gave the mother -- her who d...
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
Could I borrow the laverock's lifting note,
Or the silvery song from the blackbird's throat,
Then ...
poem by Harry \'Breaker\' Harbord Morant
I said, This misery must end:
Shall I, that am a man and know
that sky and wind are yet my fri...
poem by Christopher John Brennan
The world around is sleeping,
The stars are bright o'erhead,
The shades of myalls weeping
...
poem by Harry \'Breaker\' Harbord Morant
On 4th August, 1853.
Being three days before he sailed for Australia.

Across the trackless seas ...
poem by Adam Lindsay Gordon
One fox-faced virgin, word for word,
Repeats each sland'rous thing she's heard,
And sourly smiles ...
poem by Harry \'Breaker\' Harbord Morant
To-night a strong south wind in thunder sings
Across the city. Now by salt wet flats,
And ridges p...
poem by Henry Clarence Kendall
Of old, on her terrace at evening
…not here…in some long-gone kingdom
O, folded close to her...
poem by Christopher John Brennan
Awake, of Muse, the echoes of a day
Long past, the ghosts of mem'ries manifold --
Youth's memori...
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not,
On the desolate flats where gaunt appletrees...
poem by Henry Lawson
"HALT! Who goes there?” The sentry’s call
Rose on the midnight air
Above the noises of ...
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less
Of sound than of words,
In lands where bright blos...
poem by Adam Lindsay Gordon
The fields are fair in autumn yet, and the sun's still shining there,
But we bow our heads and we ...
poem by Henry Lawson
Athwart the star-lit midnight sky
Luminous fleecy clouds drift by,
As the mysterious, pallid moon
...
poem by Harry \'Breaker\' Harbord Morant
With sweet Regret — (the dearest thing that Yesterday has left us) —
We often turn our homeless...
poem by Henry Clarence Kendall
Across the stony ridges,
Across the rolling plain,
Young Harry Dale, the drover,
Comes riding hom...
poem by Henry Lawson
The chorus frogs in the big lagoon
Would sing their songs to the silvery moon.
Tenor singers wer...
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
"He ought to be home," said the old man, "without there's something amiss.
He only ...
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
IN Collins Street standeth a statute tall,
A statue tall, on a pillar of stone,
Telling its stor...
poem by Adam Lindsay Gordon
From Dawn to Dusk

DAWN

ON skies still and starlit
White lustres take hold,
And grey flushes ...
poem by Adam Lindsay Gordon
From Andalusian gardens
I bring the rose and rue,
And leaves of subtle odour,
To weave a gi...
poem by Henry Clarence Kendall
Now, with the wars of the world begun, they'll listen to you and me,
Now while the frightened nati...
poem by Henry Lawson
Roses ruddy and roses white,
What are the joys that my heart discloses?
Sitting alone in the fad...
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
The boys had come back from the races
All silent and down on their luck;
They'd backed 'em, stra...
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
They have eaten their fill at your tables spread,
Like friends since the land was won;
And they ...
poem by Henry Lawson
Oh the airman's game is a showman's game, for we all of us watch him go
With his roaring soaring a...
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town;
My spirit revives in the...
poem by Henry Lawson
They came of bold and roving stock that would not fixed abide;
There were the sons of field and fl...
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
'Tis strange that in a land so strong
So strong and bold in mighty youth,
We have no poet's voic...
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
The schools marched in procession in happiness and pride,
The city bands before them, the soldiers...
poem by Henry Lawson
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