At The Cross Roads (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
There I halted. Further down the hollowStood the township, where my errand lay.Firm my purpose, till a voice cried ...
There I halted. Further down the hollowStood the township, where my errand lay.Firm my purpose, till a voice cried ...
Three hundred thousand men, but not enoughTo break this township on a winding stream;More yet must fall, and more, ere ...
Far below us in a hollow Slumber'ing in the morning haze, Lay the quaint, old mining township, Relic of the ...
It was somewhere in September, and the sun was going down, When I came, in search of `copy', to a ...
He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago, And his shingle bore the legend `Peter Anderson and Co.', ...
The boy cleared out to the city from his home at harvest time -- They were Scots of the Riverina, ...
There's no sense in going further -- it's the edge of cultivation," So they said, and I believed it -- ...
Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith, There used to live a pretty girl whose name ...
The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed ...
It was while we held our races -- Hurdles, sprints and steplechases -- Up in Dandaloo, That a crowd of ...
"You come and see me, boys," he said; "You'll find a welcome and a bed And whisky any time you ...
Well, I've waited mighty patient while they all came rolling in, Mister Lawson, Mister Dyson, and the others of their ...
'The man who brought the railway through -- our friend the engineer.' They cheer his pluck and enterprise and engineering ...
As I pondered very weary o'er a volume long and dreary -- For the plot was void of interest; 'twas ...
You never heard tell of the story? Well, now, I can hardly believe! Never heard of the honour and glory ...
'The man who brought the railway through -- our friend the engineer.' They cheer his pluck and enterprise and engineering ...
'Twas the horse thief, Andy Regan, that was hunted like a dog By the troopers of the upper Murray side, ...
Wargeilah town is very small, There's no cathedral nor a club, In fact the township, all in all, Is just ...
On Western plains, where shade is not, 'Neath summer skies of cloudless blue, Where all is dry and all is ...
It was over at Coolgardie that a mining speculator, Who was going down the township just to make a bit ...
'Twas in the village of Ruily there lived a bonnie lass With red, pouting lips which few lasses could surpass, ...
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