Wolf And Hound (Adam Lindsay Gordon Poems)
You'll take my tale with a little salt;But it needs none, nevertheless!I was foiled completely - fair at fault -Disheartened, ...
You'll take my tale with a little salt;But it needs none, nevertheless!I was foiled completely - fair at fault -Disheartened, ...
Young friend, 'e sez . . . Young friend! Well, spare me days! Yeh'd think I wus 'is own white ...
An old western town lay asleep in the sunOf a long summer day that was then almost done.The shadows were ...
"HE stood up in our khaki with the poise Of perfect soldiership beneath the praise Of the French officer. We ...
When Rody came to Ironbark, there spread a hectic glowaround the little township - a dozen years ago,and the townsfolk ...
"The mill goes toiling slowly around With steady and solemn creak, And my little one hears in the kindly ...
The cowboy ain't no dandyWhen it comes to wearin' clo'es;But when he trails to the city,He'll go as other folks ...
A quiet ride in the car after the kites were back in the trunk, all buckled in and ready to ...
Go, Cupid, and my sweetheart tell I love her well. Yes, though she tramples on my heart And rends that ...
Now that they've got it settled whose I be, I'm going to tell them something they won't like: They've got ...
I The Colonel went out sailing, He spoke with Turk and Jew, With Christian and with Infidel, For all tongues ...
In the outskirts of the village On the river's winding shores Stand the Occidental plane-trees, Stand the ancient sycamores. One ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
1. Mother, my Mary Gray, once resident of Gloucester and Essex County, a photostat of your will arrived in the ...
It was the steamer Alice May that sailed the Yukon foam. And touched in every river camp from Dawson down ...
When Chewed-ear Jenkins got hitched up to Guinneyveer McGee, His flowin' locks, ye recollect, wuz frivolous an' free; But in ...
COOL your heels on the rail of an observation car. Let the engineer open her up for ninety miles an ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
Mondays, way before dawn, before even the first hint of blue in the windows, we'd hear it start, off the ...
SECTION ONE "Give the engines room, Give the engines room." Louder, faster The little band-master Whips up the fluting, Hurries ...
I knowed a man, which he lived in Jones, Which Jones is a county of red hills and stones, And ...
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