Poems by James Brunton Stephens
The Great Pig Story Of The Tweed.
... * * * * * "From that to this is blank all blank ...
The Famine In Ireland
... That labour lightens not, nor tears, nor prayers, ...
Nonsuited.
... Whipped, jerked, and spurred, but never word did speak, ...
King Billy's Skull.
... say June, Put it down likewise as the full of the moon, ...
Check
... Until she reached the tree, and then ...
Adelaide Ironside.
... preparing! There I shall show thee the mercy of God, and the things that remain ...
Convict Once - Part First.
... And the spent air breathed for warmth 'twixt the breasts, while the darkness propitious ...
The Squatter's Baccy Famine.
... He said, "I'll smoke till I am weary, ...
Drought And Doctrine.
... An' though they're spared the pitchforks, an' the brimstun', an' the smoke, ...
Marsupial Bill: Part Second.
... We'll scalp him first!" and all the house, ...
The Coolun
... Where the goat lies down in her track ...
Fulfilment
... Thought clothed with flesh, partaker of our state, ...
Macaulay's New Zealander.
... I fain would shake your hands, but can't get at you, ...
Not Understood
... Are oft impelled 'gainst those who mould the age, ...
Off The Track.
... * * * * * Well, well! If this ain't too bad by half! ...
