Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

[C. J. Dennis] (7 September 1876 - 22 June 1938 / Auburn, South Australia)

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

441. Dad 9/6/2012
442. Charity 9/5/2012
443. Weary 9/6/2012
444. Cow 9/6/2012
445. Work Or Reflection 9/4/2012
446. Yarra Flats 9/4/2012
447. The Dictator 9/5/2012
448. The Disillusioned Fuse 9/5/2012
449. Cooked 9/5/2012
450. Bonds 9/5/2012
451. An Appeal To Women 9/5/2012
452. Cheek 9/5/2012
453. An Error In Creation 9/5/2012
454. Aha! Beware 9/5/2012
455. A Warning To Ladies 9/5/2012
456. The Defence 9/4/2012
457. Breathing-Time 9/4/2012
458. A Mixed Crew 9/5/2012
459. A Matter Of Degree 9/5/2012
460. Bert 9/6/2012
461. Bushmen 8/31/2012
462. The Bush Fire 8/31/2012
463. 'Billy' 8/31/2012
464. A New Year's Toast 8/31/2012
465. A New Year Thought 8/31/2012
466. Black And White 8/31/2012
467. Black-Out 8/31/2012
468. A Land Shanty 8/31/2012
469. An Epitaph 8/31/2012
470. A Post-Cup Tale 8/31/2012
471. A Haven Marred 8/31/2012
472. Blokes 8/31/2012
473. Country Roads ~ The New Chum Road 8/31/2012
474. A Holy War 9/3/2012
475. A War March 9/3/2012
476. Bill 9/4/2012
477. A Song Of Rain 9/4/2012
478. 'A Gallant Gentleman' 9/3/2012
479. A Woman's Way 9/3/2012
480. A Love Song 9/3/2012

Comments about Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

  • Amelia Bright (4/1/2008 3:49:00 AM)

    the reson i have looked this poem up is we are lerning it at bribie island state school it is a good poem for kids my techer learnt it 50 years ago.

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Best Poem of Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

Hist!

Hist! . . . . . . Hark!
The night is very dark,
And we've to go a mile or so
Across the Possum Park.

Step . . . . . . light,
Keeping to the right;
If we delay, and lose our way,
We'll be out half the night.
The clouds are low and gloomy. Oh!
It's just begun to mist!
We haven't any overcoats
And - Hist! . . . . . . Hist!

(Mo . . . . . . poke!)
Who was that that spoke?
This is not a fitting spot
To make a silly joke.

Dear . . . . . . me!
A mopoke in a tree!
It jarred me so, I didn't know
Whatever it could be.
But come along;...

Read the full of Hist!

You And I

They say the eagle is a bird
That sees some splendid sights
When he soars high into the sky
Upon his dizzy flights:
He sees the ground for miles around
Our house, and Billy Johnson's;
But we can not be Eagles, for
That would, of course, be nonsense.

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