Poems by James Brunton Stephens
My Other Chinee Cook
... And George! By George, he laughed, and then he howled like any bear! ...
The Dominion Of Australia {A Forecast}
... Rolls dark, but yet shall know our skies, &emsp ...
"Big Ben."
... . . . His grinders now are still, ...
A Piccaninny.
... Though there is nought but short couch-grass between us ...
Westland Row
... They have frocks of white and blue, ...
The Goths In Campania.
... Of mingling tongues half-learnt in march of conquest ...
A Visit from Abroad
... Who, when he reached the ground, began to sew ...
The Southern Cross.
... Oh my sister, my spouse, and my mother! I'm going insane! ...
On A Fork of Byron's.
... Transmutes the stop a bit Who did the dressing ...
Convict Once - Part Third.
... 4 Queens, and Kings' daughters, and delicate damsels, their pride and their beauty ...
The Goat Paths
... They leap and stare, away they bound, ...
Righteous Anger
... But she, with the beer at hand, not a gill would arrange!&emsp ...
My Chinee Cook.
... We had tried them without number cooks, to wit my wife and I ...
The Gentle Anarchist
... I'd level gaols, let scoundrels loose, ...
A Brisbane Reverie.
... restraint When no clearer are the things that are than are the things that ain't ...
