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Barcroft Henry Boake's Poetry, by title

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  • 'Twixt The Wings Of The Yard
    Hear the loud swell of it, mighty pell mell of it,
    Thousands of voices all blent into one:
    79 lines
  • A Bushman's Love
    YOU say we bushmen cannot love—
    Our lives are too prosaic: hence
    41 lines
  • A Memory
    Adown the grass-grown paths we strayed,
    The evening cowslips ope’d
    48 lines, 1 comment
  • A Song
    I've a kiss from a warmer lover
                      Than maiden earth can be:
    47 lines, 2 comments
  • A Song From A Sandhill
    Drip, drip, drip! It tinkles on the fly—
    The pitiless outpouring of an overburdened sky:
    38 lines
  • A Valentine
    A Valentine The Bree was up; the floods were out
    Around the hut of Culgo Jim:
    49 lines
  • A Vision Out West
    Far reaching down's a solid sea sunk everlastingly to rest,
    And yet whose billows seem to be for ever heaving toward the west
    86 lines
  • A Wayside Queen
    She was born in the season of fire,
    When a mantle of murkiness lay
    90 lines
  • An Allegory
    The fight was over, and the battle won
    A soldier, who beneath his chieftain’s eye
    14 lines
  • An Easter Rhyme
    Full a dozen red lips patter:
    “Who is going to ride with who?”
    60 lines, 5 comments
  • At Devlin's Siding
    What made the porter stare so hard? what made the porter stare
    And eye the tall young woman and the bundle that she bare?
    37 lines
  • At the "J. C."
    Why doth he seek to go?
    Do I not love him.”
    49 lines
  • Babs Malone
    Babs Malone Now the squatters and the cockies,
    Shearers, trainers, and their jockeys
    131 lines
  • Desiree
    Will she spring with a blush from the arms of Dawn,
    When the sleepy songsters prune
    70 lines
  • Down The River
    Hark, the sound of it drawing nearer,
    Clink of hobble and brazen bell;
    54 lines, 1 comment
  • Featherstonhaugh
    Brookong station lay half-asleep
    Dozed in the waning western glare
    103 lines
  • Fogarty's Gin
    A sweat-dripping horse and a half-naked myall,
    And a message: ‘Come out to the back of the run—
    122 lines
  • From The Far West
    'Tis a song of the Never Never land—
    Set to the tune of a scorching gale
    54 lines
  • How Babs Malone Cut Down The Field
    Now the squatters and the “cockies,”
    Shearers, trainers and their jockeys
    193 lines
  • How Polly Paid For Her Keep
    Then old Mother Brown got the horrors around her:
    (I think it was pineapple-rum drove her daft)
    135 lines, 1 comment
  • Jack Corrigan
    Jack never thanked the donor of this excellent advice,
    As the glass fell through his fingers with a crash.
    189 lines
  • Jack's Last Muster
    The first flush of grey light, the herald of daylight,
    Is dimly outlining the musterer's camp,
    140 lines
  • Jim's Whip
    Yes, there it hangs upon the wall
      And never gives a sound,
    61 lines, 1 comment
  • Jimmy Wood
    There came a lonely Briton to the town,
    A solitary Briton with a mission,
    56 lines
  • Josephus Riley
    The rum was rich and rare,
    There were wagers in the air,
    105 lines
  • Kelly's Conversion
    KELLY the Ranger half opened an eye
    To wink at the Army passing by,
    141 lines
  • Kitty McCrae - A Galloping Rhyme
    With her raven curls and her saucy smile,
    Brown eyes that glow with a changeful light
    132 lines, 6 comments
  • On The Boundary
    I Love the ancient boundary-fence,
        That mouldering chock-and-log.
    42 lines
  • On The Range
    On Nungar the mists of the morning hung low,
    The beetle-browed hills brooded silent and black,
    160 lines
  • Our Visitor
    There's a fellow on the station
    (He dropped in on a call,
    48 lines
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