At the ” j.=”” c.””=” (Barcroft Henry Boake Poems)
None ever knew his name,Honoured, or one of shame,Highborn or lowly;Only upon that treeTwo letters, J and C,Carved by him, ...
None ever knew his name,Honoured, or one of shame,Highborn or lowly;Only upon that treeTwo letters, J and C,Carved by him, ...
It's my shout this time, boys, so come along and breast the ...
Our Skeeta was married, our Skeeta! the tomboy and pet of the ...
Far reaching down's a solid sea sunk everlastingly to rest, And yet whose billows seem to be for ever heaving ...
The first flush of grey light, the herald of daylight,Is dimly outlining the musterer's camp,Where over the sleeping, the stealthily ...
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 ...
Hark, the sound of it drawing nearer,Clink of hobble and brazen bell;Mark the passage of stalwart shearer,Bidding Monaro soil farewell.Where ...
Drip, drip, drip! It tinkles on the fly- The pitiless outpouring of an overburdened sky: Each drooping frond of pine ...
None ever knew his name,Honoured, or one of shame, Highborn or lowly;Only upon that treeTwo letters, J and C,Carved by ...
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