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(Brisbane)'A little Soldier of the Army of the Night'BURY him without a word!No appeal to death;Only the call of the birdAnd the blind spring's..

UP from the oven pit,The hell where poor men toil,At the sunset hour he comesClean-clothed, washed from soil.On the fo'c's'le head he kneels,His face..

IAT anchor in that harbour of the island,The Chinese Gate,We lay where, terraced under green-clad highland,The Sea-town sate.Ships, steamers..

(PARIS)I STOOD in Père-la-Chaise. The putrid City,Paris, the harlot of the nations, lay,The bug-bright thing that knows not love nor pity,Flashing..

I SEE a Land of desperate droughts and floods:I see a land where Need keeps spreading round,And all but giants perish in the stress:I see a Land..

(For the Ballarat statue of him)THIS is Scotch William Wallace. It was HeWho in dark hours first raised his face to see:Who watched the English..

YOU ask me why I love her,As I love nought on earth?Why I'll put none above herFor sorrow or for mirth?Though there be others fairer;In spirit..

WHEN day's hard task's done,Eve's scant meal partaken,Out we steal each one,Weariless, unshaken.In small reeking squares,Garbaged plots, we..

LET him who toils, enjoyFruit of his toiling.Let him whom sweats annoy,No more be spoiling.For we would have it beThat, weak or stronger,Not he who..

CRUEL City, London, London,Where, duped slaves of devils' creeds,Men and women desperate, undone,Dream such dreams, and do such deeds:London, London..

SWEETEST, in desperate hoursOf clouds and lightning and rain,You came like a vision of flowersAnd summer and song once again:You came, and I could..

'TIS not when I am here,In these homeless homes,Where sin and shame and diseaseAnd foul death comes;'Tis not when heart and brainWould be still and..

An Address on her Jubilee YearMADAM, you have done well! Let others with praise unholy,Speech addressed to a woman who never breathed upon earth,Daub..

(Coral Sea, Australia)IDEAD in the sheep-pen he lies,Wrapped in an old brown sail.The smiling blue sea and the skiesKnow not sorrow nor wail.Dragged..

SIR, we approve your curling lip and noseAt this vile sight.These men, these women are 'brute beasts'? — Who knows,Sir, but that you are..

Death? is it death you give? So be it! O Death,   thou hast been long my friend, and now thy palecool cheek shall have my kiss, while the faint..

(For the Irish Delegates in Australia)DO you want to hear a story,With a nobler praise than 'glory,'Of a man who loved the right like heaven and..

Men and boys, O fathers, brothers,Burst these fetters round you bound.Women, sisters, wives and mothers,Lift your faces from the ground!O Democracy..

WHO is it speaks of defeat? —I tell you a Cause like oursIs greater than defeat can know;It is the power of powers!As surely as the earth rolls..

'YES, let Art go, if it must beThat with it men must starve —If Music, Painting, PoetrySpring from the wasted hearth!'Yes, let Art go, till once..

“The strength of a nation lies in the hearts of its people.”— Franklin D. Roosevelt

“When we remember those we lost, we are reminded of what truly matters—human life and shared humanity.”— Hillary Rodham Clinton

“We honor the dead best by caring for the living.”— Abraham Lincoln

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that.”— Martin Luther King Jr.

“To be patriotic is not only to love your country, but to care for the people who make it strong.”— Colin Powell