The Ghost, (Richard Harris Barham Poems)
There stands a City,-- neither large nor small,Its air and situation sweet and pretty;It matters very little -- if at ...
There stands a City,-- neither large nor small,Its air and situation sweet and pretty;It matters very little -- if at ...
I'll sing just now a little song,For you must understand,'Tis of a fine young gentleman,That left his native land-That bid ...
The light of other days burns dim,And in the shade is cast,You'll own I'm right, if you will justLook back ...
When first I left Old England's shore,Such yarns as we were told,As how folks in AustraliaCould pick up lumps of ...
Kilmore cares not who comes nigh.But, with a calm, incurious eye,She sees the swift cars speeding by, Then turns again ...
The diggers came from Bendigo, From Albury the drovers,From where the Goulburn waters flowCame bearded teamsters travelling slow. ...
Here's a health to every sportsman, be he stableman or lord,If his heart be true, I care not what his ...
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