Eight days to beer! A sigh sweeps… Sweeps like a gale from 'Frisco t… ('Say! But it’s tough, this long… Oh boy! I’m rarin’ to get at tha… Six days to beer! Was ever waiti…

The veil was rent, and mundane Ti… And I beheld the End of Things.… Pronounced on all the World that… Rank upon rank before the Throne… And every man since Time began by…

He comes as a man who has lived 'm… With the gloss and the polish off; And truth flows free from his read… For he looked on life with a keen… And he found small cause to scoff.

Smith is a loyalist good and true, And a lad of the 'whole hog’ class… And yesterday, when he went to vie… The Royal procession pass, He’d flags in his buttonhole, flag…

I often pause to contemplate The sadly barren mental state Of persons whom it is my fate To meet on Monday morning. They should be, after Sunday’s re…

The heathen’s not efficient; He sits down in the sun And doesn’t care a tuppn’y dump When the day’s work’s begun. He works to eat and eats to live,

Lo, I listened to the bleating of… Squatters’ sheep And I sat me down and pondered lo… And a cloud of gloom came o’er me At the empty leagues before me

By lagoons and reedy places, Where the little river races By the lips of dreaming pools Where the soothing water cools Many a verdant slope and hollow,

I ain’t no verse-'og. When I bus… An’ fills the air wiv choonful mel… I likes fer uvver coves to come al… An’ biff the lyre in company wiv m… So, when I sees some peb beguile…

‘In good time, when I am ready, Wondrous schemes shall I unfold; But we must be cautious, steady, Cleaving to the safe and old. Patience, prudence must prevail;

He was obviously English, in his… And his accent was of Oxford, and… Seemed to hint at halls baronial.… But he praised the things of Engl… He’d discourse for hours together…

I’m a business man; and I can’t s… For this fluting and fussing and f… The song of my cousin may be subli… But I never have found it filling… So I run and I dig and I dig and…

Beneath a lamp in Spring-street,… I came unwittingly upon a most pat… A sorry spectacle of woe - a limp,… Who leaned against a post and sobb… ‘I’ve lorst me trust in 'uman men;…

Oh, what a pleasant game is life When we are bravely batting And glorying in skill and strife. We scorn defensive patting As Fate sends down the easy ones

Bountiful rain, we have yearned fo… When, thro’ the drought days, ill… Thankfulness vast in the past we d… When you have come at the end of o… Now you have come, is our subseque…