The Hundred Pipers (Carolina Oliphant Poems)
Wi' a hundred pipers an' a' an' a', Wi' a hundred pipers an' a' an' a';We'll up an' gie them ...
Wi' a hundred pipers an' a' an' a', Wi' a hundred pipers an' a' an' a';We'll up an' gie them ...
From the dark gorge, where burns the morning star, I hear the glacier river rattling onAnd sweeping o'er his ice-ploughed ...
AIR--_"Kellyburn Braes."_ Hech! what a change hae we now in this town! The lads a' sae braw, ...
T' ground rises brantly to nor'-east,Wi' t' walls zigzaggin' ower t' intake-T' walls 'at wur builded first by t' Danes,Girt ...
'My stead's far end o' neeawheer,Neea lass wud care to settle there:Afore she died, my mother said,"It's time, dear lad, ...
I went down to the shouting sea,Taking Christopher down with me,For Nurse had given us sixpence each-And down we went ...
Fare you well, you Sydney girls, time for us to go!The Peter's at the fore truck, and five thousand bales ...
The shades of night were falling fastAnd the rain was falling faster,When through an Alpine village passedAn Alpine village pastor;A ...
T' Owd .Nurse speaks:THOO climbs at dusk to brekkon hillsA-seekin' a dancin' star,An' nobody will iver larnThoo to see things ...
Now the tent poles are rotting, the camp fires are dead, And the possums may gambol in trees overhead; I ...
With eyes that are narrowed to pierce To the awful horizons of land, Through the blaze of hot days, and ...
By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed, By railroad, coach, and track -- By lonely graves of our brave dead, Up-Country and ...
It chanced upon the very day we'd got the shearing done, A buggy brought a stranger to the West-o'-Sunday Run; ...
Your jar of Virginny Will cost you a guinea, Which you reckon too much by five shillings or ten; But ...
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
Dunes of white greet my gaze from my office window snow drifted in the lee of the third story, the ...
A day not unlike today pulling me back in time to that fateful day before the call from the state ...
It's snowing now as I write this note. Little temporal curtains of snow like pages of paper which materialize and ...
June 22, 1611 THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY One sail in sight upon the lonely sea And only one, God ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
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