On Kiley’s Run (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
The roving breezes come and go On Kiley's Run, The sleepy river murmurs low, And far away one dimly sees ...
The roving breezes come and go On Kiley's Run, The sleepy river murmurs low, And far away one dimly sees ...
The sheep were shorn and the wool went down At the time of our local racing; And I'd earned a ...
See how the Yellow River's water move out of heaven. Entering the ocean,never to return. See how lovely locks in ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
I'm a riddle in nine syllables, An elephant, a ponderous house, A melon strolling on two tendrils. O red fruit, ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
Unlucky the hero born In this province of the stuck record Where the most watchful cooks go jobless And the ...
No use whistling for Lyonnesse! Sea-cold, sea-cold it certainly is. Take a look at the white, high berg on his ...
Mayday: two came to field in such wise : `A daisied mead', each said to each, So were they one; ...
'Twas on the famous Empire run, Whose sun does never set, Whose grass and water, so they say, Have never ...
The Maoris are a mighty race -- the finest ever known; Before the missionaries came they worshipped wood and stone; ...
Mondays, way before dawn, before even the first hint of blue in the windows, we'd hear it start, off the ...
Higgledy piggledy, my black hen, She lays eggs for gentlemen. Gentlemen come every day To count what my black hen ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
Even as we speak, there's a smoker's cough from behind the whitethorn hedge: we stop dead in our tracks; a ...
'Twas in the year of 1746, on a fine summer afternoon, When trees and flowers were in full bloom, That ...
"Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him" Shall hearts that beat no base retreat In youth's magnanimous ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
Come with me, and we will blow Lots of bubbles, as we go; Bubbles bright as ever Hope Drew from ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
If it were only still!- With far away the shrill Crying of a cock; Or the shaken bell From a ...
The King's Breakfast The King asked The Queen, and The Queen asked The Dairymaid: "Could we have some butter for ...
So gradual in those summers was the going of the age it seemed that the long days setting out when ...
SILENT are the woods, and the dim green boughs are Hushed in the twilight: yonder, in the path through The ...
Oh many times did Ernest Hyde and I Argue about the freedom of the will. My favorite metaphor was Prickett's ...
On the Ning Nang Nong Where the Cows go Bong! and the monkeys all say BOO! There's a Nong Nang ...
This institution, perhaps one should say enterprise out of respect for which one says one need not change one's mind ...
The tired cars go grumbling by, The moaning, groaning cars, And the old milk carts go rumbling by Under the ...
She is large and matronly And rather dirty, A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had driven her to it. Though ...
Last night at black midnight I woke with a cry, The windows were shaking, there was thunder on high, The ...
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