Index of First Lines - [T - V]
Introduction
This page contains an index to the first lines of the poems and prose pieces of CJ Dennis that I have been able to find. Links are only included where the titles have been transcribed. As you might expect this number is rather small at the moment but it will increase over the time ahead. Where possible I will include details of first or major publication. Details of which Dennis publications have been transcribed into the listing are available.
TA | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z
| 'Taint my idea uv argument to call a man a fool, | Over the Fence | Digger Smith |
| That's him!! The authentic, identical beast! | Granny Discovers Another Tiger | Bulletin 1912 |
| There ain't enough of strikes an' things, | The Day of Unrest | Herald 1922 |
| There lived a cautious man in days of yore, | The Stable Door | The Bulletin 1908 |
| "There must be some way out," they say. | The Way Out | Herald 1931 |
| There was never a time in this world so glad | The Pendulum | Herald 1931 |
| There's a big, brown man in the hinterland | The Lean Brown Man | Herald 1931 |
| There's a breeze about the mountains, it is singin' in the trees | Swingin' Douglas | Jim of the Hills |
| There's a kid around the corner | The Kid Around the Corner | Herald 1931 |
| There's a mine that can't be floated, up along at Anyplace, | Our Mine | The Bulletin 1908 |
| There's a very funny insect that you do not often spy, | The Triantiwontigongolope | A Book for Kids |
| There's been fierce argument of late | Another Fusion | The Bulletin 1909 |
| There's joy in legislative halls | Frank the Jester | Herald 1931 |
| There's that garrulous old party comin' round this way again! | The Nation-Builders' Incubus | The Bulletin 1909 |
| There is a land which, all the year, | The Song of the Little Australians | The Bulletin 1909 |
| There was a crafty editor - | The Tale of Mr Brown | The Bulletin 1909 |
| There was once a man who made a weird machine, | An Error in Creation | The Bulletin 1909 |
| They are looking at 'me, good Christian folk, | The Sabbath-Breaker | The Bulletin 1911 |
| They climbed the trees . . . As was told before, | The End of Joi | The Glugs of Gosh |
| They have made them songs of the brown-shirts, | The Song of the No-Shirts | Herald 1933 |
| They may be duds or they may be drones, | Consummation | Herald 1931 |
| They said: "He is an honest man, J.A." | A Tribute to Mr. Lyons | Herald 1931 |
| They say the eagle is a bird | You and I | A Book for Kids |
| They were forthright days when Jim was born, | Jim of Maribyrnong | Herald 1931 |
| This ev'nin' I was sittin' wiv Doreen, | The Mooch O' Life | The Sentimental Bloke |
| "This is the life!" said Dusty Dan - | The Lack | Sun 1927 |
| Tho' it sounds a trifle mystic, | A Mixed Crew | The Bulletin 1909 |
| The thrush is in the wattle tree, an', "O, you pretty dear!" | A Morning Song | Jim of the Hills |
| Thunder? Why, no. Some static, may have been - | Jove's Opportunity | Sun 1927 |
| Tidings of gloom! George! Houston! Must you go? | To Our Bread and Butter | The Bulletin 1908 |
| 'Tis morn. | The Anti-Socialist | The Bulletin 1909 |
| 'Tis Spring! | A Ruined Reversolet | The Bulletin 1908 |
| To all good children over four | Dedication | A Book for Kids |
| To call Australia to arms | The Tory Twist | The Bulletin 1908 |
| Today I met a happy man | One Happy Man | Herald 1931 |
| Tomorrow shall your vote decide | Tomorrow's Choice | Herald 1931 |
| "Trucks!..." | Trucks! | Bulletin 1912 |
| "Unless you 'ide that axe," she sez, "'E'll 'urt 'imself reel bad. | Logic and Spotted Dog | Doreen |
| The unsoiled hand, the sleek, black coat, | The Clerk | The Bulletin 1911 |
| Upon the road to Rockabout | Upon the Road to Rockabout | A Book for Kids |
| A vase upon the mantelpiece, | The Music of Your Voice | A Book for Kids |
| Victory is not an end. | Victory is Not an End | Herald 1931 |
| "Voice of the Bush! what doth it say?" | The Voice of the Bush | Bulletin 1905 |
| Voice of the People (wailing dismally): | A Dirge of the Morning After | Bulletin 1912 |