I may walk until I’m fainting, I… I might drink until my back teeth… But I can’t forget my ruin and th… When I wore a pink carnation in m… Oh, I thought that time could con…

(Writer was brought in long clothe… Said Grenfell to my spirit, “You’… Of the charms of other places, and… You have claimed another native pl… Since you never paid a visit to a…

I listened through the music and t… And all the hollow noises of that… I heard beyond the music and beyon… The steady tramp of thousands that… Tramp! tramp! tramp!

We learnt the creed at Hungerford… We learnt the creed at Bourke; We learnt it in the good times And learnt it out of work. We learnt it by the harbour-side

Now, with the wars of the world be… Now while the frightened nations r… Now, when our blathering fools are… All unprovided and unprepared, the… “Get the people– no matter how,” t…

Let bushmen think as bushmen will, And say whate’er they choose, I hate to hear the stupid sneer At New Chum Jackaroos. He may not ride as you can ride,

There are writers great and writer… And writers on the spree; And writers short and writers tall… And bards of low degree. There are artists small and artist…

When he’s over a rough and unpopul… With the sins of the bank and the… When he musn’t look black or indul… And thirty or forty men hate him l… I am moved to admit—when the total…

There are scenes in the distance w… On the desolate flats where gaunt… Where the brooding old ridge rises… From his dark lonely gullies of st… There are voice-haunted gaps, ever…

The Valley’s full of misty cloud, Its tinted beauty drowning, The Eucalypti roar aloud, The mountain fronts are frowning. The mist is hanging like a pall

It was old Jerry Brown, Who’d an office in town, And he used to get jocular, very; And he’d go to the Shore When they’d serve him no more,

OLD coach-road West by Nor’-ward… Old mile-tree by the track: A dead branch pointing forward, And a dead branch pointing back. And still in clear-cut romans

Old Mate! In the gusty old weath… When our hopes and our troubles we… In the years spent in wearing out… I found you unselfish and true— I have gathered these verses toget…

Man, is the Sea your master? Sea,… This is the song of brave men who… Ceaselessly watching to save you,… Soundly asleep in your state room,… Life is a dream, they tell us, but…

The diggings were just in their gl… With recommendations, he told me,… He read me his recommendations—he… The first one was signed by an El… The meenister called him 'ungodly—…