The Bush (Bernard O Dowd Poems)
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
IA revelation came on Jane,The widow of a labouring swain:And first her body trembled sharp,Then all the woman was a ...
"I - At Her Dugout Because it's cut in the canyon bank, you looked For a rabbit hole with a ...
By jove it's hot on the track today, my flannel is soaked with sweat.I think I'll sit in the shade ...
There's a little worn-out pony this side of Hogan's shack With a snip upon his nuzzle and a mark upon ...
CHLORINDA in the slipping gown Unblushingly parades her soul For clinical inspection as Example of the Sapphic r?le;While Doris shudders ...
The night is dark and stormy, and the sky is clouded o'er; Our horses we will mount and ...
Pa's not so very big or brave; he can't lift weights like Uncle Jim; His hands are soft like little ...
Hurrah for the Lachlan, boys, and join me in a cheer;That's the place to go to make a cheque every ...
Not for any airs and gracesWhen, to lonely, silent places Men return in memory, Come these kindly thoughts of me.But ...
Hurrah for the Lachlan, boys, and join me in a cheer;That's the place to go to make a cheque every ...
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, And across the distant timber you can SEE the ...
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, And across the distant timber you can SEE the ...
It rained throughout the night, a truly welcome sound that eases sleep although we barely slept - we were distressed ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke, High as the Saddle-girth, covering away from our ...
THE KINGDOM OF MY HEART 1 The halcyon settled on the Aire of our days Kingfisher-blue it broke my heart ...
We couldn't sit and study for the law; The stagnation of a bank we couldn't stand; For our riot blood ...
This is the story the stockman told On the cattle-camp, when the stars were bright; The moon rose up like ...
'Twas the horse thief, Andy Regan, that was hunted like a dog By the troopers of the upper Murray side, ...
What if you came back now To our new world, the city roaring There on the old peaceful camping place ...
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