All Poems
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For Australia
© Henry Lawson
Now, with the wars of the world begun, they'll listen to you and me,
Now while the frightened nations run to the arms of democracy,
Now, when our blathering fools are scared, and the years have proved us right
All unprovided and unprepared, the Outpost of the White!
Lines For A Grave-Stone
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Man alive, that mournst thy lot,
Desiring what thou hast not got,
Money, beauty, love, what not;
Wide Lies Australia
© Henry Lawson
Wide lies Australia! The seas that surround her
Flow for her unity all states in one.
Never has Custom nor Tyranny bound her
Never was conquest so peacefully won.
On The Night Train
© Henry Lawson
Have you seen the bush by moonlight, from the train, go running by?
Blackened log and stump and sapling, ghostly trees all dead and dry;
Here a patch of glassy water; there a glimpse of mystic sky?
Have you heard the still voice calling yet so warm, and yet so cold:
"I'm the Mother-Bush that bore you! Come to me when you are old"?
To Manon, On His Fortune In Loving Her
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I DID not choose thee, dearest. It was Love
That made the choice, not I. Mine eyes were blind
Flag of the Southern Cross
© Henry Lawson
Sons of Australia, be loyal and true to her -
Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross!
Sing a loud song to be joyous and new to her -
Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross!
A Report Song In A Dream, Between A Shepherd And His Nymph
© Nicholas Breton
Shall we go dance the hay? _The hay?_
Never pipe could ever play
Better shepherd's roundelay.
To Hannah
© Henry Lawson
Spirit girl to whom 'twas given
To revisit scenes of pain,
From the hell I thought was Heaven
You have lifted me again;
The Willow
© James Whitcomb Riley
Who shall sing a simple ditty about the Willow,
Dainty-fine and delicate as any bending spray
That dandles high the dainty bird that flutters there to trill a
Tremulously tender song of greeting to the May.
The Old Bark School
© Henry Lawson
It was built of bark and poles, and the floor was full of holes
Where each leak in rainy weather made a pool;
And the walls were mostly cracks lined with calico and sacks
There was little need for windows in the school.
Olney Hymn 17: The House of Prayer
© William Cowper
Thy mansion is the Christian's heart,
O Lord, Thy dwelling place secure!
Bid the unruly throng depart,
And leave the consecrated door.
A Creed
© Edgar Albert Guest
TO live in hearts, not monuments of stone,
To live on humble lips that nightly pray,
To be remembered when the soul has flown
As one who smiled and passed along the way.
From the Bush
© Henry Lawson
The Channel fog has lifted
And see where we have come!
Round all the world we've drifted,
A hundred years from "home".
The Iron Wedding Rings
© Henry Lawson
In these days of peace and money, free to all the Commonweal,
There are ancient dames in Buckland wearing wedding rings of steel;
Wedding rings of steel and iron, worn on wrinkled hands and old,
And the wearers would not give them, not for youth nor wealth untold.
Book1 Prologue
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
But all who are not fishes are soon tired of water;
And they who lack daily bread find the day very long;
So the "Raw" comprehend not the state of the "Ripe;" 3
Therefore it behoves me to shorten my discourse.
The Ballad Of The Drover
© Henry Lawson
Across the stony ridges,
Across the rolling plain,
Young Harry Dale, the drover,
Comes riding home again.
The Free Selector's Daughter
© Henry Lawson
I met her on the Lachlan Side -
A darling girl I thought her,
And ere I left I swore I'd win
The free-selector's daughter.
The Teams
© Henry Lawson
A cloud of dust on the long white road,
And the teams go creeping on
Inch by inch with the weary load;
And by the power of the green-hide goad
The distant goal is won.
