The Braidwood Coach (Guy Eden Poems)
Now, all aboard, my sonnies, for the time is slipping past,We've got to make ten miles before the dawn,Our team's ...
Now, all aboard, my sonnies, for the time is slipping past,We've got to make ten miles before the dawn,Our team's ...
We were cartin' lathes and palin's from the slopes of Mount St. Leonard,With our axles near the road-bed and the ...
THERE WAS a Squatter in the land- So runs the truthful tale I tell-There also were three cornstalks, and There also was ...
O boys and men of British mould, With mother's milk within youA simple word for young and old, A word to warn ...
Far back in the days when the blacks used to ramble In long single file 'neath the evergreen tree,The wool-teams in ...
IN a dream of the night I was wafted away,To the moorland of mist where the martyrs lay;Where Cameron's sword ...
We rovers bold, To the land of Gold,Over the bowling billows are gliding: Eager to toil, For the golden spoil,And every hardship biding. See! ...
Thou, oh, thou!Thou of the chorded shell and golden plectrum! thouOf the dark eyes and pale pacific brow!Music, who by ...
Green Spring receivethThe vacant earth;The white sun shineth;Spring wind provokethTo burst and burgeonEach sprout and flower.In those dark caves where ...
We were cartin' lathes and palin's from the slopes of Mount St. Leonard,With our axles near the road-bed and the ...
TO POSEIDON. I.God of the mighty deep! wherever now The waves beneath thy brazen axles bow; Whether thy strong, proud ...
That was the day they killed the Son of GodOn a squat hill-top by Jerusalem.Zion was bare, her children from ...
Over hill and valley, flame, O king of morning, Before thee in thy glory the hoary vapours scud,Bring forth thy ...
THOUGHTS ON JESUS CHRIST'S DESCENT INTO HELL. [THE remarkable Poem of which this is a literal but faint representation, was ...
In the night there are of course the seven wonders of the world and the greatness tragedy and enchantment. Forests ...
This slow Day moved along -- I heard its axles go As if they could not hoist themselves They hated ...
THE LANDS OF MY CHILDHOOD 1 I am leaving the holy city of Leeds For the last time for the ...
The rear axles hold the kick of twenty Missouri jackasses. It is in the records of the patent office and ...
See how in their veins all becomes spirit; into each other they mature and grow. Like axles, their forms tremblingly ...
No soft-skinned Durham steers are they, No Devons plump and red, But brindled, black and iron-grey That mark the mountain-bred; ...
It was while we held our races -- Hurdles, sprints and steplechases -- Up in Dandaloo, That a crowd of ...
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