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Our Last Grand Camping Ground
Henry Clay Work
On a pebly shore, where forevermore Gently creeps a music laden wave -- In the meadows green, which beyond are seen, Camps a conq'ring army, true a...Rate it:

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Silence and Stealth of Days
Henry Vaughan
Silence, and stealth of days! 'tis now Since thou art gone, Twelve hundred hours, and not a brow But clouds hang on. As he that in some cave's ...Rate it:

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All The Little Hoofprints
Robinson Jeffers
Farther up the gorge the sea's voice fainted and ceased. We heard a new noise far away ahead of us, vague and metallic, it might have been some unp...Rate it:

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The Roaring Days
Henry Lawson
The night too quickly passes And we are growing old, So let us fill our glasses And toast the Days of Gold; When finds of wondrous treasure ...Rate it:

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To a Billy
James Lister Cuthbertson
OLD BILLY—battered, brown and black With many days of camping, Companion of the bulging sack, And friend in all our tramping: How often on th...Rate it:

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The Story of Mongrel Grey
Andrew Barton Paterson
This is the story the stockman told On the cattle-camp, when the stars were bright; The moon rose up like a globe of gold And flooded the plain ...Rate it:

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A Memory Of Youth
William Butler Yeats
THE moments passed as at a play; I had the wisdom love brings forth; I had my share of mother-wit, And yet for all that I could say, And though I h...Rate it:

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Camped By The Creek
Henry Kendall
'All day a strong sun has been drinking The ponds in the Wattletree Glen; And now as they're puddles, I'm thinking We were wise to head hitherwa...Rate it:

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Fallen Majesty
William Butler Yeats
Although crowds gathered once if she but showed her face, And even old men's eyes grew dim, this hand alone, Like some last courtier at a gypsy c...Rate it:

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Father Riley's Horse
Andrew Barton Paterson
'Twas the horse thief, Andy Regan, that was hunted like a dog By the troopers of the upper Murray side, They had searched in every gully -- they ...Rate it:

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Jump-To-Glory Jane
George Meredith
I A revelation came on Jane, The widow of a labouring swain: And first her body trembled sharp, Then all the woman was a harp With winds along the...Rate it:

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Let Us All Offer Thanksgiving (FREEDOM)
Ghulam Ahmad Mahjoor
Let us all offer thanksgiving, For Freedom has come to us; It's after ages that she has beamed Her radiance on us. In western climes Freedom come...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
LAST week — the Lord be praised for all His mercies To His unworthy servant! — I arrived Safe at the Mission, via Westport; where I tarried over ni...Rate it:

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Puck's Song
Rudyard Kipling
See you the ferny ride that steals Into the oak-woods far? O that was whence they hewed the keels That rolled to Trafalgar. And mark you where the...Rate it:

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Sez You
Henry Lawson
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, And across the distant timber you can SEE the flowing heat; When your head is ...Rate it:

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Song of the Old Bullock-Driver
Henry Lawson
Far back in the days when the blacks used to ramble In long single file ’neath the evergreen tree, The wool-teams in season came down from Coonambl...Rate it:

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The Adirondacs
Ralph Waldo Emerson
A JOURNAL. DEDICATED TO MY FELLOW-TRAVELLERS IN AUGUST, 1858. Wise and polite,--and if I drew Their several portraits, you would own Chaucer had n...Rate it:

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The Boobook Owl
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Not for any airs and graces When, to lonely, silent places Men return in memory, Come these kindly thoughts of me. But they hear again my calling W...Rate it:

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The Cattle-Dog's Death
Henry Lawson
The Plains lay bare on the homeward route, And the march was heavy on man and brute; For the Spirit of Drought was on all the land, And the white h...Rate it:

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The Drovers In Reply
Edward George Dyson
We are wondering why those fellows who are writing cheerful ditties Of the rosy times out droving, and the dust and death of cities, Do not leave t...Rate it:

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The Fairy West
Henry Lawson
I. We wrote and sang of a bush we never Had known in youth in the Western land; Of the dear old homes by the shining river, The deep, clear creeks ...Rate it:

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The First Surveyor
Andrew Barton Paterson
"The opening of the railway line! -- the Governor and all! With flags and banners down the street, a banquet and a ball. Hark to 'em at the stati...Rate it:

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The Grave By The Lake
John Greenleaf Whittier
Where the Great Lake's sunny smiles Dimple round its hundred isles, And the mountain's granite ledge Cleaves the water like a wedge, Ringed about w...Rate it:

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The Kerrigan Boys
Edward Harrington
By jove it’s hot on the track today, my flannel is soaked with sweat. I think I’ll sit in the shade a bit and wait for the sun to set. I know of a ...Rate it:

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The Maranoa Drovers
Andrew Barton Paterson
The night is dark and stormy, and the sky is clouded o'er; Our horses we will mount and ride away, To watch the squatters' cattle through the darkn...Rate it:

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