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Our Last Grand Camping Ground
Henry Clay Work
the shore -- Safely reach'd our last grand camping ground." While thro' lovely dells, grander musiRate it:

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All The Little Hoofprints
Robinson Jeffers
up and stared, said angrily 'Where are you camping?' I said 'We're not camping, we're going home.' Rate it:

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The Roaring Days
Henry Lawson
camp-fire Explored the bush with gleams, The camping-grounds were crowded With caravans of teaRate it:

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To a Billy
James Lister Cuthbertson
brown and black With many days of camping, Companion of the bulging sack, And friend in all oRate it:

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The Story of Mongrel Grey
Andrew Barton Paterson
a man may guess -- but the horses know. I was camping out with my youngest son -- Bit of a nippeRate it:

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A Memory Of Youth
William Butler Yeats
hand alone, Like some last courtier at a gypsy camping-place Babbling of fallen majesty, records whRate it:

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Camped By The Creek
Henry Kendall
wild things by wonder attended In shot of our camping-ground creep. Scared eyes from thick tuft aRate it:

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Fallen Majesty
William Butler Yeats
hand alone, Like some last courtier at a gypsy camping-place Babbling of fallen majesty, records Rate it:

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Father Riley's Horse
Andrew Barton Paterson
dog poisoner -- aged man and very wise, Who was camping in the racecourse with his swag, And who Rate it:

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Jump-To-Glory Jane
George Meredith
did they any theft; 'Twas known when they their camping left, And jumped the cold out of their ragsRate it:

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Let Us All Offer Thanksgiving (FREEDOM)
Ghulam Ahmad Mahjoor
move from door to door; You'll find her camping in the homes Of a chosen few alone. She says she Rate it:

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Letter From A Missionary Of The Methodist Episcopal Church South, In Kansas, To A Distinguished Politician. Douglas Mission 1854.
John Greenleaf Whittier
where the alligators Mount guard around the camping filibusters: 'Shake off the dust of Kansas. TurRate it:

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Puck's Song
Rudyard Kipling
mound and ditch and wall? O that was a Legion's camping-place, When Caesar sailed from Gaul. And Rate it:

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Sez You
Henry Lawson
-- `I'll have my day!' says you. When you're camping in the mulga, and the rain is falling slow, Rate it:

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Song of the Old Bullock-Driver
Henry Lawson
were linked. We never were lonely, for, camping together, We yarned and we smoked the long eveninRate it:

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The Adirondacs
Ralph Waldo Emerson
maple-boughs, Which o'erhung, like a cloud, our camping fire. Decayed millennial trunks, like moonlRate it:

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The Boobook Owl
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
my call - 'Mo-poke!' Now a weary swagman camping After miles of mountain tramping; Now, mid spinifRate it:

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The Cattle-Dog's Death
Henry Lawson
hide. We laid a ‘bluey’ and coat across The camping pack of the lightest horse, And raised the doRate it:

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The Drovers In Reply
Edward George Dyson
stream of curses From the break of day to camping, through good fortune and reverses. Yes, we wondRate it:

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The Fairy West
Henry Lawson
the children slept; We worked with the zest of a camping party, While the morning breeze through thRate it:

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The First Surveyor
Andrew Barton Paterson
along the new-found way, And this was our first camping-ground -- just where I live today. "ThenRate it:

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The Grave By The Lake
John Greenleaf Whittier
be now these silent hosts? Where the camping-ground of ghosts? Where the spectral conscripts led ToRate it:

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The Kerrigan Boys
Edward Harrington
and wait for the sun to set. I know of a decent camping place by the river beyond the town, And I’dRate it:

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The Maranoa Drovers
Andrew Barton Paterson
the darkness of the night, And the cattle camping quiet, well, I'm sure That I wish for two o'clockRate it:

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The Prospectors
Edward George Dyson
have the natives fled, blood-drunk, to their camping place, Whilst the crows enthroned on a limb inRate it:

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