Maid of Gerringong [poem by E. J. Brady]

[Editor: This poem by E. J. Brady was published in Bells and Hobbles (1911).] Maid of Gerringong. She was riper than a cherry on the far New England slopes; She was brighter than the vision of a poet’s virgin hopes, And the days were all a picture, and the nights were all a song, While […]

Mordialloc [poem by E. J. Brady]

[Editor: This poem by E. J. Brady was published in Bells and Hobbles (1911).] Mordialloc. The haze along the hillsides, the sparkle on the Bay Marconi forth the message of Spring’s advance to-day. Now all the fields are blazoned with epaulettes of gold; Now all the trees their standards of Victory uphold. In gallant cohorts […]

The Call of London [poem by E. J. Brady]

[Editor: This poem by E. J. Brady was published in Bells and Hobbles (1911).] The Call of London. I have heard the Call of London, Yea, the savor rising sweet Of its fleshpots, down in Fleet-street When success is at your feet. Now the mail hath brought a missive, And its writer’s pen of grace […]

Daly’s Threshing [poem by E. J. Brady]

[Editor: This poem by E. J. Brady was published in Bells and Hobbles (1911).] Daly’s Threshing. It was “threshing” down at Daly’s, and the bearded bushmen rode Over mountain gorge and gully, where the creeks, clear-watered, flowed: From the slopes, and through the ranges, past the broad’ning river bends, Round the spurs and o’er the […]

Brown Eyes [poem by E. J. Brady]

[Editor: This poem by E. J. Brady was published in Bush-land Ballads (1910).] Brown Eyes This is the ballad of Brown Eyes, sung by a Man of Sin, Saved from the Slough of Despond his soul hath wallowed in. * * * She dwelled with her great-limbed clansmen; I was a stranger there. I bore […]