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.
The ways of the learned to me are "Greek," | Whales | Sun 1927 |
We curse our lot; we gird at fate; | Cataclysm | Herald 1931 |
We didn't like the bo'sun's mate - | A Deep Sea Chantey (New Style) | Herald 1922 |
Welcome, our William! Not, perhaps too much | 'Tis an Ill Wind | Sun 1927 |
What care I what wins the races? | Rain! | Sun 1927 |
What do you think I saw to-day when I arose at dawn? | The Dawn Dance | A Book for Kids |
What have we missed? Now he returns no more | The Dinkum Aussie Block | Herald 1933 |
What's the use? | Cooked | The Bulletin 1909 |
When artists wore a flowing mane, | Art is Long - Hair is Short | Herald 1933 |
When he was quite a small boy, Frank | Frank and his Little Bank | Herald 1931 |
When I go back from Billy's place I always have to roam | The Long Road Home | A Book for Kids |
When I look into the looking glass | The Looking Glass | A Book for Kids |
When I'm out among the fellows, with the work to hold my mind, | A Lonely Man | Jim of the Hills |
"When I'm sittin' in me dug-out wiv me rifle on me knees, | The Singing Soldiers | The Moods of Ginger Mick |
When lovely woman stoops | The Thrifty Vote | Bulletin 1912 |
When Ned was a neophyte nobody heeded him. | "Ned" | Herald 1931 |
When Pharoah chased the chosen Jew, and perished in the sea, | Cheek | The Bulletin 1909 |
When the Laborites and Liberals are bickering, | The Mellowing of Joe | Bulletin 1912 |
When the scheming Fusion few | The Wobblers | The Bulletin 1910 |
When we went singing down the road, | Hope | Herald 1931 |
When you are queen of all the courts, | Publicity | Sun 1927 |
When you're muffled to the chin and | Immune | Sun 1927 |
Whene'er I read some savage tale | The Age of Reason | Bulletin 1912 |
Who wants a nice white elephant, | The Incubus | Herald 1931 |
Why did you play your spade in there? (said she). | One Dull Man | Herald 1931 |
"Why do they do it? I dunno," | The Boys Out There | Digger Smith |
"Why stone the crows!" 'e sez. "I like 'er style, | "Stone the Crows" | Rose of Spadgers |
Winter comes; and our complaints | Winter | Sun 1927 |
With melancholy mien, stand up! | The Silent Toast | The Bulletin 1910 |
"A woman's work is never done," | Whose Blame? | Herald 1931 |
Women is strange. You take my tip; I'm wise. | A Woman's Way | Rose of Spadgers |
A word out of season | Golden Silence | Herald 1931 |
The world 'as got me snouted jist a treat; | A Spring Song | The Sentimental Bloke |
Wot price ole Ginger Mick? 'E's done a break - | The Call of Stoush | The Moods of Ginger Mick |
Wot's in a name?-- she sez . . . An' then she sighs, | The Play | The Sentimental Bloke |