On The Range (Barcroft Henry Boake Poems)
On Nungar the mists of the morning hung low,The beetle-browed hills brooded silent and black,Not yet warmed to life by ...
On Nungar the mists of the morning hung low,The beetle-browed hills brooded silent and black,Not yet warmed to life by ...
Babs Malone Now the squatters and the cockies, Shearers, trainers, and their jockeys Had gathered them together for a meeting ...
TO Amsterd-m came Breitmann All in de Kermes tide; Yonge Maegden allegader Filled de straat on afery side. De meisjes ...
VONCE oopon a dimes, goot vhile afder der var vas ofer, der Herr Breitmann vent oud Vest, drafellin' apout like ...
Hunters are fretting, and hacks in a lather, Sportsmen arriving from left and from right; Bridle-roads bringing them, see how ...
A ship there was, and she went to sea(Away O, my Clyde-built clipper!)In eighteen hundred and seventy-three,Fine in the lines ...
The boss last night in the hut did say —"We start to muster at break of day;So be up first ...
This boat you see, friends, will tell youthat she was the fastest of craft,not to be challenged for speedby any ...
Where are you roving now, Barney Devine,Shearing or droving now, what is your line?Oh, but it's years since the last ...
Horses and men are just alike.There was my stallion, Billy Lee,Black as a cat and trim as a deer,With an ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
1 On my way home from school up tribal Providence Hill past the Academy ballpark where I could never hope ...
What the moral? Who rides may read. When the night is thick and the tracks are blind A friend at ...
Horace, BK. V., Ode 3 "Regulus"-- A Diversity of Creatures There are whose study is of smells, And to attentive ...
Abandon the past Throw away the baggage Suffer no more. avast(stop now) Breakaway from the chains and shackles Which from ...
Weep not, weep not, She is not dead; She's resting in the bosom of Jesus. Heart-broken husband--weep no more; Grief-stricken ...
Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes intendeth, Which now my breast o'ercharged to music lendeth? To you, to ...
It was shearing time at the Myall Lake, And then rose the sound through the livelong day Of the constant ...
I'm wearied of wearying love, my friend, Of worry and strain and doubt; Before we begin, let us view the ...
Horses and men are just alike. There was my stallion, Billy Lee, Black as a cat and trim as a ...
Don't undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others, It is because we are different that each of us is ...
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