The Courtship Of Young John (Alice Guerin Crist Poems)
Fields of lucerne and waving wheat,White-washed sheds, and cottage neat,Nesting orchards and mulberry trees,Scented flowers round hives of bees,With the ...
Fields of lucerne and waving wheat,White-washed sheds, and cottage neat,Nesting orchards and mulberry trees,Scented flowers round hives of bees,With the ...
The heat haze veiled the distant hills, the white clouds floated high,Drifting in slow content across the blue Australian sky;And ...
Oh my heart beat high with joy elate,When Danny rode in the Hunters' PlateOn Enniskillen, the raking grey-A mighty jumper, ...
The church was wrapped in darkness save for the alter-light,And save where near the marble rail six tapers glimmered brightO'er ...
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 ...
Gay balloons and coloured streamers,Gliding figures, footsteps light,Flannelled youths and short-frocked maidensJazzing gaily through the night.Music quaint and queer and ...
Old tales of valour fire our bloodBut this, the bravest deed I knowIs written of our modern times,No myth of ...
IThe double-blossomed peach-trees with rosy bloom were gayWhen grandpa rode beneath them upon his courting way,From the white gate to ...
Her hair was dark and curly, floatin' to the saddle bow,Her laugh was frank and girlish, and her voice was ...
When Rody came to Ironbark, there spread a hectic glowaround the little township - a dozen years ago,and the townsfolk ...
The harvest moon was shinin'As Murtagh came from the fair,And Oh! The scent of the new-mown hayAnd the gorsebloom in ...
The sun is setting behind the range,his golden rays pour downOn a little figure, childish, strange,Bending over a volume worn,Whose ...
The sun is setting behind the range,His golden rays pour downOn a little figure, childish and strange,Bending over a volume ...
We are saddling Don and Laddie,Mid laughter, and fun and noiseAnd maybe, a sigh in passingFor vanished holiday joys.And Mother ...
We have scrubbed, and scoured and polished, till she's looking just like new,And her good old engines singing, and our ...
In a garden where the may made the straggling fences gayAnd the roses cream and scarlet shed their petals on ...
The morn is sweet and radiant with blue sky over all,There's a flame of Oleanders over the adobe wall,And the ...
We planned a glorious voyage, my Captain bold and I,To sail in bliss on summer seas while halcyon days went ...
Last night, when I was listenin'Alone, to wind and rain,He took the chair beside me,Himself - come home again.His kind ...
Golden and white in the garden walk,Chrysanthemums gather their bravest show,'Mid withered blossom and wilted stalkWhere never a rosebud dares ...
I've lit the Christmas candle,As we used to long agoWhen it shone through cabin windowsOn Holly-hedge and snow.In this fine ...
Oh! Have you stolen out, one summer morningTo pick white crocus 'neath the garden wall,Or shaken softly the big scented ...
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, ...
The little creek went winding down'Twixt whispering reeds and small blue flowers,Singing a pleasant summer songOf holidays and playtime hours.We ...
When I came down Toowoomba streets,The evening air was full of sweets,Of Springtime odours vague and faint,As fragrance of some ...
November days in Ireland The skies are dull and grey,But Oh! The clear strong flame of love, That burns by ...
I thank my god for brother wind,So prayed St. Francis long agoIn words of simple, joyous praise,That fill my heart ...
As we came down the old boreen,Rose and I - Rose and I,At vesper time on Sunday e'en,We heard a ...
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