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Bushland, by Arthur Patchett Martin



Not sweeter to the storm-tossed mariner
Is glimpse of home, where wife and children wait
To welcome him with kisses at the gate,
Than to the town-worn man the breezy stir
Of mountain winds on rugged pathless heights:

Complete Poem


Untitled, by Chris Keeley



As the time will come the time will go as friends often do
The Moon has risen and the moon has fallen all too many times
A friend or foe I am not sure, as time has worn away
I miss the friend that once was there, but now has gone away
I hope and wish that I might speak of what I could not say

Complete Poem


How can the Heart forget her?, Davison's Poetical Rhapsody, by F. or W. Davison



AT her fair hands how have I grace entreated
With prayers oft repeated!
Yet still my love is thwarted:
Heart, let her go, for she'll not be converted--
Say, shall she go?

Complete Poem


To Coelia, by Charles Cotton



WHEN, Coelia, must my old day set,
And my young morning rise
In beams of joy so bright as yet
Ne'er bless'd a lover's eyes?
My state is more advanced than when

Complete Poem


Out Back, by Henry Lawson



The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought,
The cheque was spent that the shearer earned, and the sheds were all cut out;
The publican's words were short and few,
and the publican's looks were black --
And the time had come, as the shearer knew, to carry his swag Out Back.

Complete Poem


The Land o' the Leal, by Carolina, Lady Nairne



I'M wearin' awa', John
Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, John,
I'm wearin' awa'
To the land o' the leal.
There 's nae sorrow there, John,

Complete Poem


The Old Whim Horse, by Edward Dyson



He's an old grey horse, with his head bowed sadly,
And with dim old eyes and a queer roll aft,
With the off-fore sprung and the hind screwed badly,
And he bears all over the brands of graft;
And he lifts his head from the grass to wonder

Complete Poem


Phillida and Coridon, by Nicholas Breton



IN the merry month of May,
In a morn by break of day,
Forth I walk'd by the wood-side
When as May was in his pride:
There I spied all alone

Complete Poem


His Books, by Robert Southey



MY days among the Dead are past;
Around me I behold,
Where'er these casual eyes are cast,
The mighty minds of old:
My never-failing friends are they,

Complete Poem


Jock O'Hazeldean, by Walter Scott



Child Ballad 293

Why weep ye by the tide, lady
Why weep ye by the tide?
I'll wed ye to my youngest son
And ye shall be his bride

Complete Poem


The Inverted Torch, by Edith M. Thomas



Threading a darksome passage all alone,
The taper's flame, by envious current blown,
Crouched low, and eddied round, as in affright,
So challenged by the vast and hostile night,
Then down I held the taper; -- swift and fain

Complete Poem


...brogues...and definitely not a trumpet..., by Richard Zola



the heron in the stream
when would it have flown

if not for that sound
of a shoe breaking a stick

who's shoe

Complete Poem

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