These stories are written by the O. Henry of Australia. They tell of men and dogs, of cities and plains, of gullies and ridges, of sorrow and happiness, and of the fundamental goodness that is hidden in the most unpromising of human soil.
These stories are written by the O. Henry of Australia. They tell of men and dogs, of cities and plains, of gullies and ridges, of sorrow and happines...
HUMOROUS VERSES - CONTENTS. - PAQE MY LITERARY FRIEND Once I wrote a little poem which I thought was very fine, . . 125 MARY CALLED HIM MISTER Theyd parted but a year before-she never thought hed come, . . 127 REJECTED She says shes very sorry, as she
HUMOROUS VERSES - CONTENTS. - PAQE MY LITERARY FRIEND Once I wrote a little poem which I thought was very fine, . . 125 MARY CALLED HIM MISTER Theyd p...
Henry Lawson (1867 A1922) was an Australian writer and poet. He is often referred to as Australia's greatest writer. Lawson became deaf at age 14 after an ear infection. Lawson's first published poem was 'A Song of the Republic'. In 1892 he traveled inland and experienced the harsh realities of drought-effected New South Wales. This trip influenced much of his writing. Lawson never glamorized the bush like Banjo Patterson. Lawson's most successful prose collection is While the Billy Boils, published in 1896. In this work he continued his assault on the romanticism of Patterson and developed...
Henry Lawson (1867 A1922) was an Australian writer and poet. He is often referred to as Australia's greatest writer. Lawson became deaf at age 14 afte...
Oh, then tell us, Sings and Judges, where our meeting is to be, when the laws of men are nothing, and our spirits all are free when the laws of men are nothing, and no wealth can hold the fort, There'll be thirst for mighty brewers at the Rising of the Court.
Oh, then tell us, Sings and Judges, where our meeting is to be, when the laws of men are nothing, and our spirits all are free when the laws of men ar...
There were about a dozen of us jammed into the coach, on the box seat and hanging on to the roof and tailboard as best we could. We were shearers, bagmen, agents, a squatter, a cockatoo, the usual joker-and one or two professional spielers, perhaps. We were tired and stiff and nearly frozen-too cold to talk and too irritable to risk the inevitable argument which an interchange of ideas would have led up to. We had been looking forward for hours, it seemed, to the pub where we were to change horses. For the last hour or two all that our united efforts had been able to get out of the driver was...
There were about a dozen of us jammed into the coach, on the box seat and hanging on to the roof and tailboard as best we could. We were shearers, bag...
You remember when we hurried home from the old bush school how we were sometimes startled by a bearded apparition, who smiled kindly down on us, and whom our mother introduced, as we raked off our hats, as "An old mate of your father's on the diggings, Johnny." And he would pat our heads and say we were fine boys, or girls-as the case may have been-and that we had our father's nose but our mother's eyes, or the other way about; and say that the baby was the dead spit of its mother, and then added, for father's benefit: "But yet he's like you, Tom." It did seem strange to the children to hear...
You remember when we hurried home from the old bush school how we were sometimes startled by a bearded apparition, who smiled kindly down on us, and w...
Most of the verses contained in this volume were first published in the Sydney 'Bulletin'; others in the Brisbane 'Boomerang', Sydney 'Freeman's Journal', 'Town and Country Journal', 'Worker', and 'New Zealand Mail', whose editors and proprietors I desire to thank for past kindnesses and for present courtesy in granting me the right of reproduction in book form.
Most of the verses contained in this volume were first published in the Sydney 'Bulletin'; others in the Brisbane 'Boomerang', Sydney 'Freeman's Journ...
