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Edward Dyson's Poetry, by first line

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  • Highly Desireable
    The boarder in the bar-room rose,
    A pale gaunt man who lodged with Hann,
    18 lines
  • An Inequitable Impost
    The first one with conviction penned:
    “This conflict in seven weeks will end.”
    10 lines
  • My Typewriter
    I have a trim typewriter now,
    They tell me none is better;
    24 lines
  • Quits
    Ben Unger’s wife was dark and small,
    With little, round, black eyes;
    24 lines, 3 comments
  • Simple Sister Goes To Sydney
    When Flo resolved to go to town from brothers three a yell went up,
    Predicting ruin and distress. Bill in his horror dropped a cup.
    20 lines
  • A Thermometrical Ballade
    There’s a wind up that licks like a flame,
    And the sun is a porthole of hell.
    29 lines
  • To A Politician
    There was a moment when of you
    A splendid hope I had to tell,
    28 lines
  • The Weeds
    Brown passed away, and Mrs Brown,
    In weeds all smothered, went through town
    18 lines
  • When Beauty Is Bald
    I’ve sung of Honor’s golden hair
    And Hero’s auburn tresses,
    27 lines
  • Wherefore Art Thou Romeo?
    I see thee still in doublet wide,
    And hose well kept, a world too slack,
    29 lines, 3 comments
  • Why Spring Fell Flat
    The Spring is gone. I have not seen
    Its fairies tripping on the Block,
    18 lines, 2 comments
  • William And Bill
    Our Mr. Jiggs was certainly an estimable youth,
    A pillar of propriety, a champion of truth;
    40 lines
  • Men Of Australia
    Men of all the lands Australian from the Gulf to Derwent River,
    From the Heads of Sydney Harbour to the waters of the West,
    40 lines, 1 comment
  • Cleaning Up
    When the horse has been unharnessed and we've flushed the old machine,
    And the water o'er the sluice is running evenly and clean;
    36 lines
  • The Old Whim Horse
    He’s an old grey horse, with his head bowed sadly,
    And with dim old eyes and a queer roll aft,
    80 lines
  • The Happy Flatite
    We were living in a flat; it was number eighty-three.
    At eighty-four the Barleys lived, a fearsome man was he.
    28 lines
  • Peter Simson's Farm
    Simson settled in the timber when his arm was strong and true,
    And his form was straight and limber; and he wrought the long day through
    79 lines, 1 comment
  • The Auction
    Who'll bid? Who'll bid?" the question rang
    Where throned Death was calling.
    18 lines, 1 comment
  • Australia
    Australia, my native land,
    A stirring whisper in your ear—
    50 lines
  • Billy Khaki
    Marching somewhat out of order
    when the band is cock-a-hoop,
    79 lines
  • Marshal Neigh, V.C.
    He came from tumbled country past the
    humps of Buffalo
    128 lines
  • In Hospital
    It is thirty moons since I slung me hook
    From the job at the hay and corn,
    86 lines
  • Sister Ann
    I'm lyin' in a narrow bed,
    'N' starin' at a wall.
    78 lines
  • Bricks
    Dear Ned, I now take up my pen to write
    you these few lines,
    132 lines
  • Mud
    This war's a waste of slurry, and its at-
    mosphere is mud,
    84 lines
  • Mickey Mollynoo
    A mile-long panto dragon ploddin'
    'opeless all the day,
    130 lines
  • BillJim
    Down to it is Plugger Bill,
    Lyin' crumpled, white 'n' still.
    57 lines
  • The Crusaders
    What price yer humble, Dicko Smith,
    in gaudy putties girt,
    88 lines
  • Peace, Blessed Peace
    Here in the flamin' thick of thick of things,
    With Death across the way, 'n' traps
    64 lines
  • The Happy Gardeners
    We were storemen, clerks and packers on
    an ammunition dump
    105 lines
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