The Bull (Dame Mary Gilmore DBE Poems)
Bellow, bull, bellow!Low thy dark soundLike a moan,Call to thine own!Stand with thy head on the fence,And bellow, bull, bellow!What ...
Bellow, bull, bellow!Low thy dark soundLike a moan,Call to thine own!Stand with thy head on the fence,And bellow, bull, bellow!What ...
O to go out once more and see the moon's clear shining Break on the waters into silver bars,Hear ...
Let the dark mountain shake to the thunder Where the wild horses trample the fern,Let the deep vales ...
Bride weather it is, my lad,And old bones feel it today;The wind's a tooth as sharp as a gad,The frost ...
Had he never been born he was mine: Since he was born he never was mine: Only the dream is ...
I saw the beauty go,The beauty that, in a streamFlowed through the breadth of the landLike the fenceless foot of ...
As the soft gloaming fell,And the flowers closed their eyes,As homeward the last late birdBlackened against the skies,As the thin ...
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