Poems about History

• Mount Bukaroo

  Only one old post is standing -
  Solid yet, but only one -

  by Henry Lawson 61 lines
• Convergence Of The Twain

            I
      In a solitude of the sea

  by Thomas Hardy 64 lines, 2 comments
• Black Harry's Team

  No soft-skinned Durham steers are they,
  No Devons plump and red,

  by A B 'Banjo' Paterson 52 lines
• The Veils; Book the First: The Castle

  Prologue:
  A YOUNG lady, one of the members of a small society which meets periodically for literary amusement, lost her Veil (by a g

  by Eleanor Anne Porden Franklin 1113 lines
• Song of the Federation

  As the nations sat together, grimly waiting —
  The fierce and ancient nations battle-scarred —

  by A B 'Banjo' Paterson 56 lines
• The Bastille: A Vision

  "Drear cell! along whose lonely bounds,
      Unvisited by light,

  by Helen Maria Williams 139 lines
• The Fight Of The Caroline

  It was the good ship Caroline,
  That ploughed the Channel foam,

  by Cicely Fox Smith 88 lines
• A Home in Dakar

  When the African Arts,
  home again,

  by Margaret Danner 30 lines
• A Norseman

  Beneath the golden eagle's shade
      Gleam restless eyes of steely grey,

  by Cicely Fox Smith 26 lines
• Caesar's Camp

  Not for the wealth of thy teeming markets,
      Roaring factory, thronging way,

  by Cicely Fox Smith 40 lines, 1 comment
• England In China: 1897-98

  Grey gloom the storm-clouds in the Orient far,
      Foreshadowing dark and anxious hours to be,

  by Cicely Fox Smith 26 lines
• Cinderella

  A lonely child with toil o’ertaxed,
      Sits Cinderella by the fire;

  by Henry Lawson 34 lines
• The Narrow Road to the Deep North: Prologue

  Behind this door
  Now buried in deep grass

  by Matsuo Basho 5 lines
• The Grey Wolf

  The grey wolf stood in the ruin hoar,
      The wolf that hunts alone:

  by Cicely Fox Smith 64 lines
• Nemzeti Dal (Rise Up, Magnar)

      Talpra magyar, hí a haza!
      Itt az idõ, most vagy soha!

  by Sandor Petofi 120 lines, 2 comments
• T.Y.S.O.N.

  Across the Queensland border line
  The mobs of cattle go;

  by A B 'Banjo' Paterson 54 lines
• The Ballad of That P.N.

  The shades of night had fallen at last,
  When through the house a shadow passed,

  by A B 'Banjo' Paterson 30 lines
• The Image

  Brooding he dreams his age-long dream:
  He sees not London's pouring stream

  by Cicely Fox Smith 14 lines
• The Seas of England

  The seas of England are our old delight:
  Let the loud billow of the shingly shore

  by Walter de la Mare 23 lines
• 1805

  At Viscount Nelson’s lavish funeral,
  While the mob milled and yelled about St Paul’s,

  by Robert Graves 38 lines
• The Pilgrim Fathers

  The breaking waves dashed high
  On a stern and rock-bound coast,

  by Felicia Dorothea Hemans 48 lines, 2 comments
• When Erin First Rose

  When Erin first rose from the dark swelling flood,
  God bless'd the green island and saw it was good;

  by William Drennan 52 lines
• The Spoilers

  Ye are the Great White People, masters and lords of the earth,
  Spreading your stern dominion over the world's wide girth.

  by C J Dennis 34 lines
• Coeur De Lion And His Horse

  “Ah, Fanuel, my noble horse, and art thou, art thou slain?
  Wilt thou never bear me to the chase or the battle-field again?

  by Menella Bute Smedley 82 lines, 1 comment
• Sonnet

        There was an Indian, who had known no change,
          Who strayed content along a sunlit b

  by John Collings Squire 14 lines
• Sonnets on the Discovery of Botany Bay by Captain Cook

  The First Attempt to Reach the Shore
  Where is the painter who shall paint for you,

  by Henry Kendall 77 lines
• Ballad Of The Armada

    King Philip had vaunted his claims;
      He had sworn for a year he would sack us;

  by Henry Austin Dobson 25 lines
• The Wild Geese

  How solemn sad by Shannon's flood
  The blush of morning sun appears!

  by William Drennan 21 lines
• Australia's Forgotten Flag

  Oh! the Cross of deepest blue,
  With the bright stars shining through,

  by Henry Lawson 78 lines
• My Gentle Harp

  My gentle Harp, once more I waken
    The sweetness of thy slumbering strain;

  by Thomas Moore 34 lines

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