Trooper Campbell (Henry Lawson Poem)
One day old Trooper Campbell Rode out to Blackman's Run, His cap-peak and his sabre Were glancing in the sun. ...
One day old Trooper Campbell Rode out to Blackman's Run, His cap-peak and his sabre Were glancing in the sun. ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
I'M not a chicken; I have seen Full many a chill September, And though I was a youngster then, That ...
HAS there any old fellow got mixed with the boys? If there has, take him out, without making a noise. ...
A buglar boy from barrack (it is over the hill There)-boy bugler, born, he tells me, of Irish Mother to ...
We are never really told the story of his unknown youth most of his life a mystery Called to the ...
I once knew all the birds that came And nested in our orchard trees; For every flower I had a ...
"There is no God," the wicked saith, "And truly it's a blessing, For what He might have done with us ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
Only a Leather Medal, hanging there on the wall, Dingy and frayed and faded, dusty and worn and old; Yet ...
I dreamt a dream at the midnight deep, When fancies come and go To vex a man in his soothing ...
This is the story the stockman told On the cattle-camp, when the stars were bright; The moon rose up like ...
On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few, And men of religion are scanty, On a road never cross'd ...
On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few, And men of religion are scanty, On a road never cross'd ...
I thought, in the days of the droving, Of steps I might hope to retrace, To be done with the ...
Shock-headed blackfellow, Boy (on a pony). Snowflakes are falling Gentle and slow, Youngster says, "Frying Pan What makes it snow?" ...
What! you don't like him; well, maybe -- we all have our fancies, of course: Brumby to look at, you ...
I was out early to-day, spying about From the top of a haystack -- such a lovely morning -- And ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories