The Box-Tree’s Love (Barcroft Henry Boake Poems)
Long time beside the squatter's gate A great grey Box-Tree, early, late, Or shine or rain, in silence there Had ...
Long time beside the squatter's gate A great grey Box-Tree, early, late, Or shine or rain, in silence there Had ...
Babs Malone Now the squatters and the cockies, Shearers, trainers, and their jockeys Had gathered them together for a meeting ...
The first flush of grey light, the herald of daylight,Is dimly outlining the musterer's camp,Where over the sleeping, the stealthily ...
The snow lies deep on hill and dale,In rocky gulch and grassy vale,The tiny, trickling, tumbling fallsAre frozen 'twixt their ...
Dozens of damp little curls; One little short upper lip; Two rows of teeth like diminutive pearls; Eyes clear and ...
She was born in the season of fire, When a mantle of murkiness lay On the front of the crimson ...
Brookong station lay half-asleepDozed in the waning western glare('Twas before the run had stocked with sheepAnd only cattle depastured there)As ...
Scrape the bottom of the hole: gather up the stuff, Fossick in ...
Hear the loud swell of it, mighty pell mell of it,Thousands of voices all blent into one:See "hell for leather" ...
Adown the grass-grown paths we strayed, The evening cowslips ope'dTheir yellow eyes ...
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