Rio Grande (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Now this was what Macpherson told While waiting in the stand; A reckless rider, over-bold, The only man with hands ...
Now this was what Macpherson told While waiting in the stand; A reckless rider, over-bold, The only man with hands ...
We're away! and the wind whistles shrewd In our whiskers and teeth; And the granite-like grey of the road Seems ...
'Twas Saltbush Bill, with his travelling sheep, was making his way to town; He crossed them over the Hard Times ...
'Tis strange that in a land so strong So strong and bold in mighty youth, We have no poet's voice ...
Now this was what Macpherson told While waiting in the stand; A reckless rider, over-bold, The only man with hands ...
Beside the bare and beaten track of travelling flocks and herds The woodpecker went tapping on, the postman of the ...
The Mountains A land of sombre, silent hills, where mountain cattle go By twisted tracks, on sidelings deep, where giant ...
The daylight is dying Away in the west, The wild birds are flying in silence to rest; In leafage and ...
As I lie at rest on a patch of clover In the Western Park when the day is done. I ...
The daylight is dying Away in the west, The wild birds are flying In silence to rest; In leafage and ...
Now the autumn maize is growing, Now the corn-cob fills, Where the Little River flowing Winds among the hills. Over ...
The Boastful Crow and the Laughing Jack Were telling tales of the outer back: "I've just been travelling far and ...
'Twas the horse thief, Andy Regan, that was hunted like a dog By the troopers of the upper Murray side, ...
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