From the Gulf (William Henry Ogilvie Poems)
Store cattle from Nelanjie! The mob goes feeding past,With half-a-mile of sandhill 'twixt the leaders and the last;The nags that ...
Store cattle from Nelanjie! The mob goes feeding past,With half-a-mile of sandhill 'twixt the leaders and the last;The nags that ...
Harry Morant was a friend I hadIn the years long passed away,A chivalrous, wild and reckless lad,A knight born out ...
Now, money was scarce and work was slackAnd love to his heart Crept in,And he rode away on the Northern ...
Though I can't afford a hunter -more's the pity,I love a rousing gallop like the rest!-Every morning as I travel ...
As I wandered homeBy Hedworth CombeI heard a lone horse whinney,And saw on the hillStanding statue-stillAt the top of the ...
Come, horsemen all, from every fieldAnd taste this rare delight,And see what English pastures yieldTo those whose hearts beat right!Come, ...
If I call, will you hear me, O comrades of mine,When the sky in the East holds the grey of ...
Great big lolloping lovable things!Rolling and tumbling on every lawn,Tearing at slippers and bones and wings-Wonderful loot from the ash-heap ...
Now what do you want to be playing about for,Reefing and reaching your head for the bit?This is the gentlest ...
Hands! Gentle Hands!When the Field at covert stands,When your four-rear-old is sweating,Foamed and fidgety and frettingAs a stray hound jumps ...
Right and left the leaders wheel,Seeking gap and gate,Catch his head and give him heel!Ride your country straight!Fences are by ...
With arrows on their quarters and with numbers on their hoofs,With the trampling sound of twenty that re-echoes in the ...
' He's away ! '- With a quickened wild beat of the heartEvery horseman responds, riding hard for a start,While ...
Rustle of feet in the roadside grass,Trample of horses' hoofs, and - Hark!Blast of an anxious horn! Hounds pass;Hounds going ...
There is music on disc and on wireless,Band-music, dance-tunes for the tireless,Sweet music from day unto day;But the music a ...
We need no crown or sceptre,for now that it is spring,just a little bit of garden-and every man's a king!A ...
There's colour in the woodlands as far as eye can reach,Pale gold upon the elm-tree and bronze upon the beech;To ...
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