Poems by William Henry Ogilvie
The Queen Of Yore
... Tho' fettered with her earthen bars and chained with bridge and weir ...
The Riding Of The Rebel
... His flanks were wet with the fresh-sprung sweat, his shoulders lathered with foam, ...
The Men Of The Open Spaces
... These are the men with the sun-tanned faces ...
The Artist
... That can thrill to good hunting and hounds in full cry ...
The Moon-Raker
... There '11 be neither twist nor turning, ...
The Hoofs Of The Horses
... And drown with their drum-beats the challenge of care ...
Skyline Tommy
... He loves all games that good men play- ...
English Grass
... Though thorns be thick, though binders lace, ...
The First Flight
... Fill your glasses to-night to the gallant First Flight, ...
Tom Moody
... Then, when you've laid me safe down there, ...
Queensland Opal
... Let them curse or let them covet, you are still my heart's desire, ...
A Gallop From The Train
... By a grey suburban station, to the sullen air-brake's grinding, ...
The Bush Fire
... The sky grows clear where late the smoke-manes wreathed, ...
Banshee
... The torn brown breast, the trebled chains, ...
A Single Hound
... While, heedless of all but the work in hand, ...
