The Eskimoos (Billy Bennett Poems)
The Great White North is calling- s'hosh! it's got a lot to say- Let us listen while it cracks its ...
The Great White North is calling- s'hosh! it's got a lot to say- Let us listen while it cracks its ...
Their schoolboy days have form'd a theme,For nearly all the bards I know,But mine are like a fading dreamWhich happen'd ...
Go strip him, lad! Now, sir, I think you'll declare Such a picture you never set eyes on before. He ...
A boy and his dad on a fishing trip- There is a glorious fellowship!Father and son and the open sky, ...
You are the fellow that has to decideWhether you'll do it or toss it aside.You are the fellow who makes ...
Once on a time the plain with breeze and sun On wild brown herds a-grazing where the trails Wind to ...
Here's a health to every sportsman, be he stableman or lord,If his heart be true, I care not what his ...
925Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning-Lightning-lets awayPower to perceive His ProcessWith Vitality.Maimed-was I-yet not by Venture-Stone of stolid Boy-Nor ...
'Twixt the coastline and the border lay the town of Grog-an'-Grumble In the days before the bushman was a dull ...
When you shall see me lined by tool of Time, My lauded beauties carried off from me, My eyes no ...
WHEN you shall see me lined by tool of Time, My lauded beauties carried off from me, My eyes no ...
WHILE he is mark'd by vision clear Who fathoms Nature's treasures, The man may follow, void of fear, Who her ...
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning -- Lightning -- lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality. Maimed ...
Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses -- Tenderly tucking them in from frost Before their feet ...
NOW westlin winds and slaught'ring guns Bring Autumn's pleasant weather; The moorcock springs on whirring wings Amang the blooming heather: ...
HAS auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? Or great Mackinlay 1 thrawn his heel? Or Robertson 2 again grown weel, To ...
1 I WANDER all night in my vision, Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and stopping, Bending with ...
To Dawson Town came Percy Brown from London on the Thames. A pane of glass was in his eye, and ...
Now the new chum loaded his three-nought-three, It's a small-bore gun, but his hopes were big. "I am fed to ...
My Uncle Bill! My Uncle Bill! How doth my heart with anguish thrill! For he, our chief, our Robin Hood, ...
On Western plains, where shade is not, 'Neath summer skies of cloudless blue, Where all is dry and all is ...
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