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 ...
On Nungar the mists of the morning hung low,The beetle-browed hills brooded silent and black,Not yet warmed to life by ...
Do I know Polly Brown? Do I know her? Why, damme, You ...
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 ...
The rum was rich and rare,There were wagers in the air,The atmosphere was rosy, and the tongues were ...
A sweat-dripping horse and a half-naked myall, And a message: 'Come out to the back of the run- Be out ...
Far reaching down's a solid sea sunk everlastingly to rest, And yet whose billows seem to be for ever heaving ...
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 ...
There came a lonely Briton to the town, A solitary Briton with a ...
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 ...
Easter Monday in the city - Rattle, rattle, rumble, rush;Tom and Jerry, ...
Hear the loud swell of it, mighty pell mell of it,Thousands of voices all blent into one:See "hell for leather" ...
Scrape the bottom of the hole: gather up the stuff, Fossick in ...
I've a kiss from a warmer lover Than maiden earth can be:She ...
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 ...
Yes, there it hangs upon the wall And never gives a sound,The hand that trimmed its greenhide fall Is hidden ...
Hark, the sound of it drawing nearer,Clink of hobble and brazen bell;Mark the passage of stalwart shearer,Bidding Monaro soil farewell.Where ...
A Valentine The Bree was up; the floods were out Around the hut of Culgo Jim: The hand of God ...
Drip, drip, drip! It tinkles on the fly- The pitiless outpouring of an overburdened sky: Each drooping frond of pine ...
There's a fellow on the station(He dropped in on a call,Just casual-to stay a pleasant week),He's a banker's near relation,Strongly ...
I Love the ancient boundary-fence, That mouldering chock-and-log.When I go ride the boundary I let the old horse ...
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