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Book: Random Verse 1952

Dustjacket synopsis:
"The publication of a new volume of verse from the pen of C. J. Dennis is an event of literary importance to Australia. Although it is well over thirty years since "The Songs of a Sentimental Bloke" brought C. J. Dennis from obscurity to the front rank of Australian poetry, today he still remains Australia's most popular poet.

"When Dennis died in 1938, he left among his papers a wealth of unpublished verse and writings. It is a fitting postscript to his earlier works that his widow should have been entrusted with making this delightful selection of "Random Verse," for no other person knew better every mood and thought of this pungent philosopher and lord of "slanguage." Readers will agree with Mrs. Dennis that her salvage has been well worth while.

"Apart from the humorous slang which punctuates much of this verse, its greatest appeal will be found in the humour, pathos, sentiment and kindly view of human nature. It is the type of verse which makes one feel that, come what may, life still is good. Here, then, is something to quicken the senses and bring a smile or two, from one sentimental bloke to another."

Foreword by the editor

In making this selection of verses from the many that appeared in the Melbourne "Herald" during C. J. Dennis's association with that paper, I found myself in a quandary. There was so much to choose from. Which verses would I use, and which put aside for future reference?

I have used very little political verse, although politics are much the same as they were when the verses were written, but politicians come and politicians go, and few people remember those who have gone.

I have tried to give the reader an idea of the many facets of the poet's work. There is some laughter, there are some tears, and there is much to give quiet enjoyment to the thoughtful.

C. J. Dennis has been dead over twelve years, and in reading through the verse I was amazed at the freshness of it and how very applicable some of it is to the present time.

John Masefield, England's Poet Laureate, said, on the death of Dennis, that it would be a great pity if such a terrific amount of good work should be forgotten. I have tried to rescue some of it, and think my salvage has been worth while.

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  • I venerate economists
      As very learned blokes,
    31 lines
  • Bright young thing: Thou on the beaches
    Life is gay and pleasure laden
    40 lines
  • What (said the poet) should we care
      For all this mad world's phantasies,
    34 lines
  • Sun Day is a simple child,
    Face new washed and shining;
    48 lines
  • Oh, this is the week when no rhymster may rhyme
    On the joy of the bush or the ills of the time,
    30 lines
  • Romance goes out of everything in these days of ill grace,
    And even old John Barleycorn grows "standardised" apace;
    25 lines
  • Not upon the crowded beaches
    Where the sun beats fierce and hot;
    24 lines
  • Here she hides, an aged dame.
    Here she dreams beside the waves.
    32 lines, 1 comment
  • So ends a life, lived to the full alway,
      Thro' peace, thro' war, thro' honored peace again,
    16 lines
  • Old Ben, the pensioner, is going down to die.
    Huddled in the mail-car, he turns a wistful eye
    32 lines, 1 comment
  • A fool and a bag in a belt of scrub,
    Cloudless skies and the still hot days,
    24 lines
  • When Leonardo was a lad there was a certain set
    Who snubbed him most outrageously - in fact, they snub him yet
    27 lines
  • Oh, is there not one place on earth
    Where man's goodwill has gone from birth
    42 lines
  • Tho' I own I have no adequate proofs
    Of this queer tale of the quaint old Goophs -
    50 lines
  • Left, right - left, right . . .
    We march today for memories (the grizzled Digger said)
    60 lines
  • Now, you wouldn't imagine, to look at me,
      That I was a racehorse once.
    68 lines
  • When grandma wished to keep her fruit
    Her apples she would take
    26 lines, 1 comment
  • A new chum went, to ease his care,
    A-many years ago,
    38 lines
  • By White Horse Tavern, White Horse Road
    In olden days wound down;
    33 lines
  • The diggers came from Bendigo,
    From Albury the drovers,
    30 lines
  • Lang syne I penned a mickle rhyme
    That muckle grief brocht to my soul;
    40 lines
  • I'm only just a common racing dog,
      Simple in habit, and my diet's plain.
    25 lines, 1 comment
  • For them we have builded a temple
    To stand as a visible sign.
    48 lines
  • Within the wooded avenue I stood,
      And I was proud.
    42 lines
  • Oh, foolish flapper, keen to be
      Considered cute and up-to-date,
    38 lines
  • Now comes the time when we douse flies
      With various kinds of sprays -
    36 lines
  • There's many a man who rides today
      In the lonely, far out-back;
    35 lines
  • "I should go mad," he said, "in such a place!
    The lack of company, the loneliness!
    28 lines
  • When you have gone and I have gone
    Beyond the ken of earthly things,
    32 lines, 1 comment
  • I sing of the hat, of the human lid,
      The cadev, the tile, or whatever you please,
    25 lines
  • My natal day was yesterday;
      And so I said to Fate,
    25 lines
  • 'Twas a long bush night; and the old hut light
    Shone out thro' the open door
    40 lines
  • World war had come - and gone. It seemed the end.
    Spent, broken, by the last despair oppressed,
    32 lines, 1 comment
  • With the advent of the Autumn
    Trees behave as Nature taught 'em;
    26 lines, 3 comments
  • I reckon (said Dad) that the country's pests
    Is this here wireless an' these here Tests.
    26 lines
  • Six o'clock. From the railway yard
    The engine toots; careering hard,
    40 lines
  • Gold days give way to sudden rain,
      But what, I ask, of that?
    52 lines, 3 comments
  • To this green place the tourists troop,
    By twos, by threes, and group by group,
    52 lines
  • They had a new gnu at the Zoo
    And nobody knew.
    49 lines
  • I 'ad been bushed in city streets,
      Where the bricks and mortar grow.
    43 lines
  • Now, children, in this Lesson Two,
    Briefly we'll make some mention
    24 lines
  • Oh, I've got a lovely story that I've thought out all myself.
      It will make a gorgeous picture, I am sure.
    25 lines
  • I must go down to the shops again, to the crowded shops go I
    And all I have is a long list of the gifts that I must buy,
    24 lines, 1 comment
  • "Mornin'," I sez to 'im,
    Gloomy, 'e seemed to be.
    37 lines
  • I knew a careful lady once
    Who read a book by Dr. Bunce,
    50 lines
  • Sweet, think how much the better it would be
      If you thro' life should thus preserve your beauty.
    30 lines
  • "I only said this German plan
    Had points," remarked the small, meek man.
    42 lines
  • She danced thro' life as light as thistledown,
    The grace of Columbine, charm of Pierette,
    24 lines
  • Now is the day when arrant fools
      Play outworn tricks on sober men!
    25 lines
  • She knows the Mallee's tragedy
      Of thwarted hope, of pain,
    40 lines
  • Mum's bit of egg money on the mantelpiece
      In the broken teapot in the olden days,
    31 lines
  • They may be duds or they may be drones,
      Or legislators heaven-sent;
    29 lines
  • "Yer honor, please!" the prisoner said,
      "It isn't wot you think.
    47 lines
  • With a sprig in my beak, I repeatedly seek
      For a spot where a poor bird may rest,
    30 lines
  • They were a merrie companie,
      Who'd dwelt together all these years;
    34 lines, 1 comment
  • Upon a snowy bed I lie,
      Too placid to complain,
    26 lines
  • We roam about the countryside
    And view the farmlands rolling wide -
    40 lines
  • Can this be the old town of wheat-teams and saddle-hacks,
      Of Ted Toll's smithy, with the anvil ringing clear,
    34 lines
  • Not for vague honors, not for treacherous power
      He lived and toiled thro' this, his earthy span;
    26 lines
  • We'd harbored them on hovels, and in dens,
      Altho' in price they counted less than cattle,
    34 lines
  • I worked for fifty hours a week,
      And someone said to me,
    38 lines
  • Ye are the Great White People, masters and lords of the earth,
    Spreading your stern dominion over the world's wide girth.
    34 lines
  • Spring surely must be near.  High over head
      The kind blue heavens bend to timbers tall;
    34 lines
  • "Well, what tidings today?" said the bee
      To the burgeoning rose.
    34 lines
  • In olden days the Old White Horse
      Stood brave against the sky;
    35 lines
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