So you’ve seen at last what we hav… You have found what we—the People… And Australia’s hymn is swelling… Save your country, Legislators—an… You would put the blame upon us—we…

He’d been for years in Sydney “a-… His name was Joseph Swallow, “the… In spite of all the stories and sk… And so his friends held meetings (… To advertise their little selves a…

Lo! the Boar’s tail is salted, an… And his right eye is extinguished… He is flying round the fences wher… And he’s very much excited for a q… For his ships have had a scrap and…

There’s a light out there in the… In the dawn of Nineteen Nine; There’s the old ghost light in the… Where the black rocks meet the bri… Here’s the same old strife and toi…

When you’ve got no chance at all, Take it fightin’. When you’re driven to the wall, Take it fightin’. There are things that we delight i…

I mind the river from Mount Frome To Ballanshantie’s Bridge, The Mudgee Hills, and Buckaroo, Lowe’s Peak, and Granite Ridge. The “tailers” in the creek beneath…

He’s somewhere up in Queensland, The old folks used to say; He’s somewhere up in Queensland, The people say to-day. But Somewhere (up in Queensland)

BLACKSOIL PLAINS were grey… Fifteen years away, and five hundr… Swag and bag and billy carried all… Before we were married, and I wis… River banks were grassy—grassy in…

There’s such a lot of work to do,… I’m scribbling this against a book… It strikes me that I’ll scribble… And write my last lines so perchan… There’s lots of things to come and…

They’d parted but a year before—sh… She stammer’d, blushed, held out h… How could he know that all the whi… He called her ‘Miss le Brook,’ an… They’d parted but a year before; t…

When at first in foreign parts Was her flag unfurled, England was a Gipsy lass Peddling round the world. Sailing on the Spanish Main—

Now this is the creed from the Bo… Should be simple and plain to a du… “If a man’s in a hole you must pas… Were he jail-bird or gentleman onc…

Here’s never a bough to be tossed… For it’s long since the forest was… And round all the trunks of the na… The marks of the death-ring are se… The solemn-faced bear, who had loo…

The rafters are open to sun, moon,… Thistles and nettles grow high in… The chimneys are crumbling, the lo… And green mosses spring from the h… The voices are silent, the bustle…