Index of First Lines - [I - J]
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.
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A | 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
| I 'ad been bushed in city streets, | The Broken Sanctuary | Herald 1922 | RV |
| I am last in the whole world wide, | Lay of the Last Monkey | Sun 1927 |
| I 'ave written Mick a letter in reply to one uv 'is, | A Letter to the Front | The Moods of Ginger Mick |
| I can conceive no heav'nly bliss | The Weary Philosopher | Bulletin 1912 |
| I cried unto my love the other morning | A Spring Idyll | Herald 1933 |
| I detest the Carrion Crow! | Bird Song (Crow) | A Book for Kids |
| I don't know what's come to the summer | Week-ends | Herald 1931 |
| I gives 'em lip at the big front door | The Secret Mendicant | Herald 1931 |
| "I got no time fer wasters, lad," sez 'e, | Uncle Jim | The Sentimental Bloke |
| I got so down to it last night, | Old Bob Blair | Jim of the Hills |
| I got the oil: too right! A cove called Shane. | The Oil from Bill Shane | Herald 1933 |
| I hear them speak of a Fed'ral site | The Capital Site | The Bulletin 1910 |
| I knew a policeman once - | Billy's Policeman | Herald 1933 |
| I knew a poor remittance man, | The Mercenary View | Herald 1931 |
| I knew an old philanthropist, a farming man was he, | Dad's Philanthropic Plan | The Bulletin 1909 |
| I know I'm dull. I know I got a brain | The Also-Ran | Rose of Spadgers |
| I met a lonely Labor man, | The Castaway | Herald 1931 |
| I metabloke in Collun-street - | The Lingothatweuze | The Bulletin 1910 |
| I nearly fell fair in my tracks. | The Wooer | Jim of the Hills |
| I only own a crystal set | "Pure Dutch" | Sun 1927 |
| I seldom get to hatin' men, nor had much cause to hate; | Murray's Ride | Jim of the Hills |
| I suspect the Kookaburra, | Bird Song (Kookaburra) | A Book for Kids |
| I think a great deal too much fuss | "John T" | Herald 1931 |
| I think myself, if given the chance, | Plain Politics: The Amateur Banker | Herald 1931 |
| I venerate economists | Another Economic Riddle | Herald 1931 | RV |
| "I wash me 'ands uv 'im," I tells 'em straight. | Half a Man | Digger Smith |
| "I wish't yeh meant it, Bill." Oh, 'ow me 'eart | Doreen | The Sentimental Bloke |
| I wonder what the Jacks have got to laugh and laugh about. | I Wonder | A Book for Kids |
| I wondered wot was doin'. First I seen | Sawin' Wood | Digger Smith |
| I was standin' by the winder. Listen 'ere, | The Tactless Wife | Herald 1933 |
| I wus pickin' gipsy vi'lits fer to try an' square Doreen. | Vi'lits | Doreen |
| I'd like to be a baker, and come when morning breaks, | The Baker | A Book for Kids |
| I'd like to be a barber, and learn to shave and clip, | The Barber | A Book for Kids |
| I'd like to be a pieman, and ring a little bell, | The Pieman | A Book for Kids |
| I'd like to be a porter, and always on the run, | The Porter | A Book for Kids |
| I'd like to be a postman, and walk along the street, | The Postman | A Book for Kids |
| I'd like to be a sailor - a sailor bold and bluff - | The Sailor | A Book for Kids |
| I'd like to be a teacher, and have a clever brain, | The Teacher | A Book for Kids |
| "If I'd 'a' played me Jack on that there Ten" | Dummy Bridge | Digger Smith |
| If, some day, you should find me, cold and stark - | The Alternative | The Bulletin |
| If Stanley were what Stanley seems | Stanley | Herald 1931 |
| If the cricket critics' nagging | The Wicket Cricket Critic | Herald 1933 |
| If you are stopped, just as the gate is closing, | Please, Passenger, Forbear | Herald 1922 |
| (I'm | Dust | Herald 1922 |
| I'm standin' at the corner uv the Lane - | Nocturne | Rose of Spadgers |
| In Lady Lusher's drawing-room, where float the strains of Brahms, | The Martyred Democrat | Backblock Ballads and Other Verses |
| In our street, the main street | Our Street | A Book for Kids |
| Is all Australia's honor in his keeping, | Who is He, Anyhow? | Herald 1931 |
| Is it the dawn of a Golden Age | The Golden Age | Herald 1931 |
| It chanced one day, in the middle of May, | Ogs | The Glugs of Gosh |
| It is truly as lucid as lucid can be; | A Different Meaning | The Bulletin 1909 |
| It is written: On the road between Jerusalem of old | On the Road to Jericho | The Bulletin 1909 |
| It knocks me can in, this ere game uv life, | The Faltering Knight | Rose of Spadgers |
| It was an actor, seedy, sad, | His Bread and His art | The Bulletin 1910 |
| It was thus in the beginning: With a sporting chance of winning, | "Jones, M.P." | The Bulletin 1909 |
| It's human nature for a bashful bloke | Flames | Jim of the Hills |
| "It's the dummy wot done it," said Bleary Bill. | The Deadly Dummy | Sun 1927 |
| It's the very fust time in me life | His Past Career | The Bulletin 1910 |
| It was n't kid stakes. I 'ad no crook lurk | Termarter Sorce | Rose of Spadgers |
| I've been watching them for weeks; | The Pondering Punter | Herald 1933 |
| I've crawled; I've eaten dirt; I've lied a treat; | Introduction | Rose of Spadgers |
| I've knowed ole Flood this last five year or more; | Dad | Digger Smith |
| I've lived a rather careless life, | An Epitaph | Sun 1927 |
| I've never met a man who hated dogs.... | Dogs | Herald 1922 |
| I've seen so much uv dirt an' grime | West | Digger Smith |
| Jist 'ere it gripped me, on a sudden, like a red-'ot knife. | Possum | Doreen |
| Jist to intraj'uice me cobber, an 'is name is Ginger Mick - | Introduction | The Moods of Ginger Mick |
| John doesn't water the garden now, | The Plaintive Wife | Sun 1927 |
| Joseph Briggs, of Yorkshire, England, blessed country of Freetrade, | Bonds | The Bulletin 1909 |