A Woman, A Dog, And A Walnut Tree (Pat O Cotter Poems)
This Land is the orphan kiddie Of the group with their stars in the Flag,And it's looked on Outside as an ...
This Land is the orphan kiddie Of the group with their stars in the Flag,And it's looked on Outside as an ...
While all Europe is a shambles And the whole world is at war,And half the land the sun shines on Is drenched ...
Jackey Jackey gallops on a horse like a swallowWhere the carbines bark and the blackboys hollo.When the traps give chase ...
Dawn comes up on London,And night's undone.Stars are routedAnd street lamps outed.Sodden great clouds begin sail againLike all-night anchored galleons ...
Onward he gallops through enchanted gloom. The spectres of the forest, dark and dim, And shadows of vast death environ him-- Onward he ...
The horse affords the best example amongst animals of perseverance: hewill go on until he falls exhausted or dead. On ...
He was tall and tough and stringy, with the shoulders of an axeman,Broad and loose, with greenhide muscles, and a ...
They called 'em from the breakers' yards, the shores of Dead Men's Bay,From coaling wharves the wide world round, red-rusty ...
They called them from the breakers' yards, the shores of Dead Men's Bay,From coaling wharves the wide world round, red-rusty ...
We had many problems set us when Coolgardie was a camp,When the journey to the goldfields meant a coach-fare or ...
Three cheers for the postman, the jolly old postman,With letters for Smith, Brown and Kelly, A load in his sack, ...
As I looked over the water — as I looked over the foam,I saw an old-time packet-ship come cheerily plunging ...
The peaceful valley reaching wide, The ...
Old-fashioned letters! How good they were!And nobody writes them now;Never at all comes in the scrawlOn the written pages which ...
When mother's sewing buttons onTheir little garments, one by one,I settle down contented thereAnd watch her in her rocking chair.She's ...
I wrote him a letter asking him for old times' sakeTo discharge my sick boy from the army;But maybe he ...
That Whitsun, I was late getting away: Not till about One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday Did my three-quarters-empty train pull ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
1 COME closer to me; Push close, my lovers, and take the best I possess; Yield closer and closer, and ...
I wrote him a letter asking him for old times' sake To discharge my sick boy from the army; But ...
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