Home’s best (she said), and the ta… Of the hungering soil and the flai… Of the sun and the shuddering thre… Of the heat, and more heat yet; Of more than a woman can stand,

An 'Ode to the Moon’ did he indit… With his two-and-half soul-power. ('Twas the child of a starlit summ… Begot by a gloomy hour.) And he vowed it was a work immense…

I must go down to the shops again,… And all I have is a long list of… And a few bob in the old kick and… For he’ll trust me, so the boss sa… I must go down to the shops again,…

World war had come - and gone. I… Spent, broken, by the last despair… Unfitted to attack or yet defend, The nations’ panting remnants skul… A listless, brutish rest, where no…

Dolefully and drearily Come I with the spring; Wearily and cerily My threnody I sing. Hear my drear, discordant note

It chanced one day, in the middle… There came to the great King Splo… A policeman, who said, while scrat… There isn’t a stone in Gosh To throw at a dog; for the crafty…

I’m sittin’ 'ere, Mick - sittin’… Feelin’ ‘arf glum, ’arf sorter - r… Thinkin’ strange, crooked thorts o… ’The 'eads is bowed thro’ all a co… An’ wond’rin - wond’rin 'in a kind…

It’s up an’ down, as me father sai… An’ his as went before him Good days could never turn his hea… Nor the worst of seasons floor him… (Said old george Jones). I’ve he…

For, even in the most altruistic mood, there are some I bar.) Workers, shirkers, writers, skiters, philosophers and others, Of the class that habitually looketh even beyond its nose. To...

I’d like to be a teacher, and have… Calling out, ‘Attention, please!’… I’d be quite strict with boys and… And all the books and maps and thn… I’d make then learn the dates of k…

What are the wild waves saying now… In a manner most dismaying are the… And I twist and twirl and twiddle… Come sounds of a sobbing fiddle an… Or the Abyssinian crisis with the…

Chuff! Chuff! Chuff! With a r… Waking every echo on the old bush… Waking, too, the wonder of the way… With the clatter of his engine and… With his front wheels a-wobble and…

Is it the dawn of a Golden Age And a swift release from pain? The politicians fight and rage Where doubt and chaos reign. But out on the fields, with one ac…

Here’s to every Aussie fellow, Who refused to show the yellow When depression’s clammy hand Cast its shadow o’er the land. Here’s to them who never altered

Oh, my brothers do not wrangle. When the sweets of office dangle At a most inviting angle Be polite. In the legislative struggle,