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 ...
The Western sun, ere he sought his lair, Skimm'd the treetops, and ...
Long time beside the squatter's gate A great grey Box-Tree, early, late, Or shine or rain, in silence there Had ...
Do I know Polly Brown? Do I know her? Why, damme, You ...
A sweat-dripping horse and a half-naked myall, And a message: 'Come out to the back of the run- Be out ...
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 ...
Will she spring with a blush from the arms of Dawn, When the sleepy songsters prune Their dewy vestments on ...
Out on the wastes of the Never Never -That's where the dead men lie!There where the heat-waves dance forever -That's ...
Adown the grass-grown paths we strayed, The evening cowslips ope'dTheir yellow eyes ...
A Valentine The Bree was up; the floods were out Around the hut of Culgo Jim: The hand of God ...
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