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…

AMONG the sons of Englishmen Full many feel like real tears, For, though he reigned but scarcel… He bore the burden many years. He lived the dead past doubly down…

Will you allow me space in your columns to refer to a social question of some importance, and that is with regard to the utterly reckless way in which young men are drafted off f...

We hear a great commotion 'Bout the ship that comes to grief… That founders in mid-ocean, Or is driven on a reef; Because it’s cheap and brittle

Only one old post is standing— Solid yet, but only one— Where the milking, and the brandin… And the slaughtering were done. Later years have brought dejection…

He longed to be a Back-Blocks Ba… And fame he wished to win— He wrote at night and studied hard (He read THE BULLETIN); He sent in “stuff” unceasingly,

Arouseabout of rouseabouts, from a… I bear a nick-name of the bush, an… I came from where I camp’d last n… I rub the darkness from my eyes, r… Some take the track for bitter pri…

The short hour’s halt is ended, The red gone from the west, The broken wheel is mended, And the dead men laid to rest. Three days have we retreated

There’s many a schoolboy’s bat and… For he hears a voice in the future… A serious light in his eyes is see… He keeps his kit and his rifle cle… But straight or crooked, or round,…

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

'Where are you going with your hor… And the townsfolk still at rest? Where are you going, with your swa… And the night still in the West? Your clothes are worn, and your ch…

Ah, better the thud of the deadly… Than the terrible silence where dr… And better the rattle of rifles ne… Than the sound—most hellish of all… On the runs to the west of the Di…

The motor car is sullen, like a th… The motor car is master of Smart… ’Twas born of sweated genius and c… ’Twas planned by Retribution to r… And straight for Caesar’s Column,

’Twas in a tug-of-war where I—the… Stepped proudly on the platform as… Old dad was in his glory there—it… To fight a passage through the cro… A friend came up and said to me, '…

Who Was Found Dead Near This Tr… (Don’t Cut Down this Tree, for a… Oh, the wild black swans fly westw… While the sun goes down in glory— And away o’er lonely plain and hil…