O’Shea (Alice Guerin Crist Poems)
O'Shea was a big railway ganger, clean-hearted, and clean-limbed and shy,With a glint of grey hair at his temples, and ...
O'Shea was a big railway ganger, clean-hearted, and clean-limbed and shy,With a glint of grey hair at his temples, and ...
A night of storm and wind and rain,Tall trees bowing beneath the blastThat shakes and rattles the window-pane,And a thunderous ...
IThe double-blossomed peach-trees with rosy bloom were gayWhen grandpa rode beneath them upon his courting way,From the white gate to ...
In a garden where the may made the straggling fences gayAnd the roses cream and scarlet shed their petals on ...
You'll not find the name in geography books,It isn't marked on the map,Nor mentioned in atlas or history,Yet you've heard ...
'Mid wattle scents and sounds of Spring,The old man, dreaming in his chair,Is back where skylarks soar and singIn sunshine, ...
When I came down Toowoomba streets,The evening air was full of sweets,Of Springtime odours vague and faint,As fragrance of some ...
We found one evening, in the scrub,a road the timber-getters made,a winding, dim, mysterious track,and we raced down it, half ...
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