Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

601. Dad's Philanthropic Plan 9/5/2012
602. The Capital Site 9/5/2012
603. The Song Of The Sulky Stockman 1/1/2004
604. A Guide For Poits 3/21/2012
605. Autumn Song 8/28/2012
606. As Between Pensioners 8/29/2012
607. Anticlimax 8/28/2012
608. Ballad Of Bopard Defied 8/29/2012
609. Ballad Of Captious Critics 8/29/2012
610. Bacchus Marsh 8/29/2012
611. Aunt Evangeline Approves 8/29/2012
612. For A Canberra Tablet 8/30/2012
613. Armistice Day 1933 8/30/2012
614. Ballarat 8/30/2012
615. Bendigo 8/30/2012
616. Benalla 8/30/2012
617. Ballad Of Lieges 8/30/2012
618. Hats 8/30/2012
619. Antarctic Pioneers 8/31/2012
620. Fire Bugs 8/31/2012
621. Anzac Square: What The Digger Said 8/31/2012
622. French Leave 8/31/2012
623. 'Eats' 8/31/2012
624. Gus 8/31/2012
625. Guardian Angels 9/4/2012
626. A Fair Risk 9/4/2012
627. 'Ave A 'Eart! 9/3/2012
628. Beef Tea 9/3/2012
629. Before The War 9/3/2012
630. Asking Too Much 9/4/2012
631. Barley Grass 9/6/2012
632. Another Fusion 9/5/2012
633. Averted Violence 9/5/2012
634. A Dirge Of The Morning After 9/4/2012
635. A Few Remarks On Goats, Asses And The Dead Hand 9/4/2012
636. A Different Route 9/5/2012
637. A Fair Spin 9/1/2012
638. A Deep Sea Chantey 9/1/2012
639. A Bouquet 9/1/2012
640. A Few Lines To Beauty 9/1/2012
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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