- I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better
Knowledge, sent to where I met him down the Lachlan, years ago,by A B Banjo Paterson 38 lines, 6 comments - He crouches, and buries his face on his knees,
And hides in the dark of his hair;by Henry Kendall 40 lines, 3 comments - LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings
of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,by Charles Baudelaire 3281 lines, 1 comment - I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: two vast and trunkless legs of stoneby Percy Bysshe Shelley 13 lines, 12 comments - Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crownby Anonymous British 6 lines - They mustered us up with a royal din,
In wearisome weeks of drought.by A B Banjo Paterson 23 lines - The London lights are far abeam
Behind a bank of cloud,by A B Banjo Paterson 78 lines, 1 comment - Bring me a quart of colonial beer
And some doughy damper to make good cheer,by A B Banjo Paterson 103 lines, 2 comments - Visit of Hope to Sydney Cove
Where Sydney Cove her lucid bosom swells,by Arthur Phillip 26 lines - Weary and listless, sad and slow,
Without any conversation,by A B Banjo Paterson 68 lines - We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation's slime;
Better a shred of a deep-dyed rag from the storms of the oby Henry Lawson 108 lines - I stopped to call a taxi in the heart of Babylon.
At the pavement’s edge I stood - the traffic writhing onby Patience Strong 22 lines - The night too quickly passes
And we are growing old,by Henry Lawson 96 lines, 1 comment - Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay!
Alas! I am very sorry to sayby William Topaz McGonagall 65 lines, 1 comment - On the black gallows, one-armed friend,
The paladins are dancing, dancingby Arthur Rimbaud 122 lines - Damn it all! all this our South stinks peace.
You whoreson dog, Papiols, come! Let's to music!by Ezra Pound 57 lines - The daylight moon looked quietly down
Through the gathering dusk on London townby Alfred Noyes 182 lines, 2 comments - Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,by Robert Burns 28 lines - No soft-skinned Durham steers are they,
No Devons plump and red,by A B Banjo Paterson 52 lines - "Drear cell! along whose lonely bounds,
Unvisited by light,by Helen Maria Williams 139 lines - As the nations sat together, grimly waiting —
The fierce and ancient nations battle-scarred —by A B Banjo Paterson 56 lines - Who stands on that cliff, like a figure of stone,
Unmoving and tall in the light of the sky,by John Greenleaf Whittier 510 lines - Not for the wealth of thy teeming markets,
Roaring factory, thronging way,by Cicely Fox Smith 40 lines, 1 comment - It was the good ship Caroline,
That ploughed the Channel foam,by Cicely Fox Smith 88 lines - The shades of night had fallen at last,
When through the house a shadow passed,by A B Banjo Paterson 30 lines - The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rock-bound coast,by Felicia Dorothea Hemans 48 lines, 2 comments - Beneath the golden eagle's shade
Gleam restless eyes of steely grey,by Cicely Fox Smith 26 lines - Talpra magyar, hí a haza!
Itt az idő, most vagy soha!by Sandor Petofi 120 lines, 2 comments
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