Life poems

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Lene

© James Baker


That was the moment,

I knew it instantly.

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Knocked Up

© Henry Lawson

I'm lyin' on the barren ground that's baked and cracked with drought,
And dunno if my legs or back or heart is most wore out;
I've got no spirits left to rise and smooth me achin' brow --
I'm too knocked up to light a fire and bile the billy now.

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The Change Has Come

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

THE change has come, and Helen sleeps—

Not sleeps; but wakes to greater deeps

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The Lights of Cobb & Co.

© Henry Lawson

Fire lighted; on the table a meal for sleepy men;

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Lament Of The Winds

© Archibald Lampman

We in sorrow coldly witting,
In the bleak world sitting, sitting,
By the forest, near the mould,
Heard the summer calling, calling,
Through the dead leaves falling, falling,
That her life grew faint and old.

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To Be Amused

© Henry Lawson

You ask me to be gay and glad
While lurid clouds of danger loom,
And vain and bad and gambling mad,
Australia races to her doom.

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The City Bushman

© Henry Lawson

It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went,
For you sought the greener patches and you travelled like a gent;
And you curse the trams and buses and the turmoil and the push,
Though you know the squalid city needn't keep you from the bush;
But we lately heard you singing of the `plains where shade is not',
And you mentioned it was dusty -- `all was dry and all was hot'.

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O World Of Many Worlds

© Wilfred Owen

O World of many worlds, O life of lives,
  What centre hast thou? Where am I?
O whither is it thy fierce onrush drives?
  Fight I, or drift; or stand; or fly?

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Dream-Pedlary

© Thomas Lovell Beddoes

If there were dreams to sell,

What would you buy?

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Longing

© Alfred Austin

The hills slope down to the valley, the streams run down to the sea,
And my heart, my heart, O far one! sets and strains towards thee.
But only the feet of the mountain are felt by the rim of the plain,
And the source and soul of the hurrying stream reach not the calling main.

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The Old Jimmy Woodser

© Henry Lawson

The old Jimmy Woodser comes into the bar
Unwelcomed, unnoticed, unknown,
Too old and too odd to be drunk with, by far;
So he glides to the end where the lunch baskets are
And they say that he tipples alone.

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A Desire To Praise

© Thomas Parnell

How bright thy glorious honours rise,
And with new lustre grace the skies.
For thee, the sweet seraphick Choir
Raise the voice and tune the Lyre,
And praises with harmonious sounds
Through all the highest heav'n rebounds.

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Night On The Prairies

© Walt Whitman

NIGHT on the prairies;
The supper is over-the fire on the ground burns low;
The wearied emigrants sleep, wrapt in their blankets:
I walk by myself-I stand and look at the stars, which I think now I
  never realized before.

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The Fight at Eureka Stockade

© Henry Lawson

"Was I at Eureka?" His figure was drawn to a youthful height,
And a flood of proud recollections made the fire in his grey eyes bright;
With pleasure they lighted and glisten'd, tho' the digger was grizzled and old,
And we gathered about him and listen'd while the tale of Eureka he told.

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The Candidate

© George Crabbe

A POETICAL EPISTLE TO THE AUTHORS OF THE MONTHLY

REVIEW.

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Eureka

© Henry Lawson

'Twas of such stuff the men were made who saw our nation born,
And such as Lalor were the men who led the vanguard on;
And like such men may we be found, with leaders such as they,
In the roll-up of Australians on our darkest, grandest day!

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The Heart of Australia

© Henry Lawson

When the wars of the world seemed ended, and silent the distant drum,
Ten years ago in Australia, I wrote of a war to come:
And I pictured Australians fighting as their fathers fought of old
For the old things, pride or country, for God or the Devil or gold.

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No Name

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

"A stone upon her heart and head,
But no name written on that stone;
Sweet neighbours whisper low instead,
This sinner was a loving one." - Mrs. Browning.

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Victory

© Henry Lawson

The schools marched in procession in happiness and pride,
The city bands before them, the soldiers marched beside;
Oh, starched white frocks and sashes and suits that high schools wear,
The boy scout and the boy lout and all the rest were there,
And all flags save Australia's flag waved high in sun and air!

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The Four Bridges

© Jean Ingelow

I love this gray old church, the low, long nave,
  The ivied chancel and the slender spire;
No less its shadow on each heaving grave,
  With growing osier bound, or living brier;
I love those yew-tree trunks, where stand arrayed
So many deep-cut names of youth and maid.