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  • The centuries found me to nations unknown –
    My people have crowned me and made me a throne;
    28 lines, 3 comments
  • The short hour's halt is ended,
    The red gone from the west,
    43 lines
  • There's many a schoolboy's bat and ball that are gathering dust at home,
    For he hears a voice in the future call, and he trains for
    73 lines
  • They say that I never have written of love,
    As a writer of songs should do;
    61 lines, 3 comments
  • I saw it in the days gone by,
    When the dead girl lay at rest,
    19 lines, 1 comment
  • Fear ye not the stormy future, for the Battle Hymn is strong,
    And the armies of Australia shall not march without a song;
    12 lines, 1 comment
  • ’Tis glorious morning everywhere
        Save where the alleys lie—
    51 lines, 3 comments
  • As it was in the beginning, so we’ll find it in the end,
    For a lover, or a brother, or a sweetheart, or a friend;
    17 lines, 3 comments
  • Ben Boyd's Tower is watching—
        Watching o’er the sea;
    46 lines
  • “QUEENSLAND,” he heads his letters—that’s all:
        The date, and the month, and the year in brief;
    34 lines
  • An’ SO ’e’s dead in London,
        An’ answered to the call,
    57 lines
  • It surely cannot be too soon, and never is too late,
    It tones with all Australia’s tune to praise one’s native State,
    16 lines
  • The lovely  Port of Sydney
        Lies laughing to the sky,
    24 lines
  • You wonder why so many would be buried in the sea,
    In this world of froth and bubble,
    44 lines
  • On the Track of Grand Endeavour, on the long track out to Bourke,
    Past the Turn-Back, and past Howlong, and the pub at Sudden Jerk,
    17 lines
  • She's milking in the rain and dark,
        As did her mother in the past.
    51 lines
  • Of his  beauty, or stature, or colour of hair I hadn’t the slightest hint,
    But he comes to me as a little man, with a scrubby b
    62 lines
  • When you see a man come walking down through George Street loose and free,
    Suit of saddle tweed and soft shirt, and a belt and cabba
    45 lines
  • They took dead Cromwell from his grave,
    And stuck his head on high;
    88 lines
  • “Nobody's enemy save his own”—
        (What shall it be in the end?)—
    12 lines, 1 comment
  • When you get tight in foreign lands
        You never need go slinking,
    43 lines
  • I hate the pen, the foolscap fair,
        The poet’s corner, and the page,
    33 lines, 1 comment
  • Tell a simple little story of a settler in the West,
    Where the soldier birds and farmers, and selectors never rest
    40 lines
  • Oh, the track through the scrub groweth ever more dreary,
        And lower and lower his grey head doth bow;
    24 lines
  • It was old Jerry Brown,
        Who’d an office in town,
    87 lines
  • She's not like an empress,
        And crowned with raven hair,
    67 lines
  • The Blue Sky arches o’er mountain and valley,
        The scene is as fair as a scene can be,
    24 lines
  • He is coming! He is coming! without heralds, without cheers.
    He is coming! He is coming! and he’s been with us for years:
    22 lines
  • I Looked upon the lilies
        When the morning sun was low,
    25 lines
  • I would never waste the hours
        Of the time that is mine own,
    33 lines
  • 'Tis the song of many husbands, and you all must understand
    That you cannot call me coward now that women rule the land;
    47 lines
  • There's  a light out there in the nearer east
        In the dawn of Nineteen Nine;
    19 lines
  • They proved we could not think nor see,
        They proved we could not write,
    105 lines
  • I want to be lighting my pipe on deck,
        With my baggage safe below—
    15 lines
  • From over the leagues of ice and snow, and the miles of scorching sand;
    From back of the days of long ago, and the lonely sea and la
    18 lines
  • We love the land when the world goes round,
    And deep, deep down in her thorny ground,
    14 lines, 3 comments
  • Black Scots and red Scots,
        Red Scots and black;
    27 lines
  • Emblems of storm and danger,
        Spindrift and mountain stern,
    13 lines
  • Why are the sheoaks forever sighing?
        (Sheoaks that sigh when the wind is still)—
    24 lines
  • Against the light of a dawning white
        My Skyline Riders stand—
    69 lines
  • I mind the river from Mount Frome
    To Ballanshantie’s Bridge,
    104 lines
  • He's somewhere up in Queensland,
        The old folks used to say;
    51 lines
  • Now this is the song of a prison—a song of a gaol or jug—
    A ballad of quod or of chokey, the ultimate home of the mug.
    67 lines
  • Did you see that man riding past,
    With shoulders bowed with care?
    24 lines
  • These are songs of the Friends I neglected—
        And the Foes, too, in part;
    5 lines
  • ’Tis William Street, the link street,
    That seems to stand alone;
    56 lines
  • The World is full of kindness—
        And not the poor alone;
    34 lines, 1 comment
  • I’VE done with joys an’ misery,
        An’ why should I repine?
    43 lines
  • AMONG the sons of Englishmen
        Full many feel like real tears,
    25 lines
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