The Maid of Gerringong (Henry Kendall Poems)
Rolling through the gloomy gorges, comes the roaring southern blast,With a sound of torrents flying, like a routed army, past,And, ...
Rolling through the gloomy gorges, comes the roaring southern blast,With a sound of torrents flying, like a routed army, past,And, ...
Some find work where some find rest, And so the weary world goes on:I sometimes wonder which is best; The ...
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