Out of Sight (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
They held a polo meeting at a little country town, And all the local sportsmen came to win themselves renown. ...
They held a polo meeting at a little country town, And all the local sportsmen came to win themselves renown. ...
There was movement at the station, for the word has passed around That the colt from old Regret had got ...
The daylight is dying Away in the west, The wild birds are flying in silence to rest; In leafage and ...
Do they know? At the turn to the straight Where the favourites fail, And every last atom of weight Is ...
Out in the grey cheerless chill of the morning light, Out on the track where the night shades still lurk, ...
It was the lunatic poet escaped from the local asylum, Loudly he twanged on his banjo and sang with his ...
It was the Bondi golfing man Drove off from the golf house tee, And he had taken his little daughter ...
Ambition I am the maid of the lustrous eyes Of great fruition, Whom the sons of men that are over-wise ...
Kanzo Makame, the diver, sturdy and small Japanee, Seeker of pearls and of pearl-shell down in the depths of the ...
So, the bank has bust it's boiler! And in six or seven year It will pay me all my money ...
'Twas the dingo pup to his dam that said, "It's time I worked for my daily bread. Out in the ...
Ho! Darkies, don't you hear dose voters cryin' Pack dat carpet bag! You must get to de Poll, you must ...
Down along the Snakebite River, where the overlanders camp, Where the serpents are in millions, all of the most deadly ...
Of all the sickly forms of verse, Commend me to the triolet. It makes bad writers somewhat worse: Of all ...
It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up ...
"He ought to be home," said the old man, "without there's something amiss. He only went to the Two-mile -- ...
The mountain road goes up and down From Gundagai to Tumut Town And, branching off, there runs a track Across ...
I bought a run a while ago, On country rough and ridgy, Where wallaroos and wombats grow -- The Upper ...
It's grand to be a squatter And sit upon a post, And watch your little ewes and lambs A-giving up ...
Under the spreading deficit, The Fitzroy Smithy stands; The smith, a spendthrift man is he, With too much on his ...
The railway rattled and roared and swung With jolting and bumping trucks. The sun, like a billiard red ball, hung ...
When Ironbark the turtle came to Anthony's lagoon The hills were hid behind a mist of equinoctal rain, The ripple ...
This was the way of it, don't you know -- Ryan was "wanted" for stealing sheep, And never a trooper, ...
As I lie at rest on a patch of clover In the Western Park when the day is done. I ...
'Twas in scientific circles That the great Professor Brown Had a world-wide reputation As a writer of renown. He had ...
You see, the thing was this way -- there was me, That rode Panopply, the Splendor mare, And Ikey Chambers ...
They came of bold and roving stock that would not fixed abide; There were the sons of field and flock ...
Beside the bare and beaten track of travelling flocks and herds The woodpecker went tapping on, the postman of the ...
The Honorable Ardleigh Wyse Was every fisherman's despair; He caught his fish on floating flies, In fact he caught them ...
'The man who brought the railway through -- our friend the engineer.' They cheer his pluck and enterprise and engineering ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories