Skeeta ( An Old Servant’s Tale ) (Barcroft Henry Boake Poems)
Our Skeeta was married, our Skeeta! the tomboy and pet of the ...
Our Skeeta was married, our Skeeta! the tomboy and pet of the ...
Long time beside the squatter's gate A great grey Box-Tree, early, late, Or shine or rain, in silence there Had ...
The snow lies deep on hill and dale,In rocky gulch and grassy vale,The tiny, trickling, tumbling fallsAre frozen 'twixt their ...
She was born in the season of fire, When a mantle of murkiness lay On the front of the crimson ...
Will she spring with a blush from the arms of Dawn, When the sleepy songsters prune Their dewy vestments on ...
Adown the grass-grown paths we strayed, The evening cowslips ope'dTheir yellow eyes ...
You say we bushmen cannot love-Our lives are too prosaic: henceWe lose or lack that finer senseThat raises some few ...
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