Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
The Demon Snow-Shoes (A Legend Of Kiandra)
The snow lies deep on hill and dale,In rocky gulch and grassy vale,The tiny, trickling, tumbling fallsAre frozen 'twixt their rocky wallsThat grey..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Our Visitor
There's a fellow on the station(He dropped in on a call,Just casual—to stay a pleasant week),He’s a banker’s near relation,Strongly built, and very..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
The Babes In The Bush
Dozens of damp little curls;One little short upper lip;Two rows of teeth like diminutive pearls;Eyes clear and grey as the creek where it swirlsOver..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Jack's Last Muster
The first flush of grey light, the herald of daylight,Is dimly outlining the musterer's camp,Where over the sleeping, the stealthily creepingBreath..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Kelly's Conversion
KELLY the Ranger half opened an eyeTo wink at the Army passing by,While his hot breath, thick with the taint of beer,Came forth from his lips in a..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
At The "J. C."
None ever knew his name,Honoured, or one of shame,Highborn or lowly;Only upon that treeTwo letters, J and C,Carved by him, mark where heLay dying..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Jack Corrigan
"It's my shout this time, boys, so come along andbreast the bar,And kindly mention what you're going to take;I don't feel extra thirsty, so I'll..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Jimmy Wood
There came a lonely Briton to the town,A solitary Briton with a mission,He’d vowed a vow to put all “shouting” down,To relegate it to a low..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
From The Far West
'Tis a song of the Never Never land—Set to the tune of a scorching galeOn the sandhills red,When the grasses deadLoudly rustle, and bow the headTo..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
How Polly Paid For Her Keep
Do I know Polly Brown? Do I know her? Why,damme,You might as well ask if I know my own name?It's a wonder you never heard tell of old Sammy,Her..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
On The Range
On Nungar the mists of the morning hung low,The beetle-browed hills brooded silent and black,Not yet warmed to life by the sun's loving glow,As..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Josephus Riley
The rum was rich and rare,There were wagers in the air,The atmosphere was rosy, and the tongues werewagging free;But one was in the revelWhose..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Jim's Whip
Yes, there it hangs upon the wallAnd never gives a sound,The hand that trimmed its greenhide fallIs hidden underground,There, in that patch of sallee..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
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 westThe tiny fieldmice make..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
A Wayside Queen
She was born in the season of fire,When a mantle of murkiness layOn the front of the crimson Destroyer:And none knew the name of her sireBut the..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Desiree
Will she spring with a blush from the arms of Dawn,When the sleepy songsters pruneTheir dewy vestments on bush and thorn,And the jovial magpie winds..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Fogarty's Gin
A sweat-dripping horse and a half-naked myall,And a message: ‘Come out to the back of the run—Be out at the stake-yards by rising of sun!Ride hard..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Featherstonhaugh
Brookong station lay half-asleepDozed in the waning western glare('Twas before the run had stocked with sheepAnd only cattle depastured there)As the..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
An Allegory
The fight was over, and the battle wonA soldier, who beneath his chieftain’s eyeHad done a might deed and done it well,And done it as the world will..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
A Memory
Adown the grass-grown paths we strayed,The evening cowslips ope’dTheir yellow eyes to look at her,The love-sick lilies mopedWith envy that she rather..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Where The Dead Men Lie
Out on the wastes of the Never Never -That's where the dead men lie!There where the heat-waves dance forever -That's where the dead men lie!That's..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
A Valentine
A Valentine The Bree was up; the floods were outAround the hut of Culgo Jim:The hand of God had broke the droughtAnd filled the channels to the..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
A Bushman's Love
You say we bushmen cannot love—Our lives are too prosaic: henceWe lose or lack that finer senseThat raises some few men aboveTheir fellows, setting..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Down The River
Hark, the sound of it drawing nearer,Clink of hobble and brazen bell;Mark the passage of stalwart shearer,Bidding Monaro soil farewell.Where is he..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
A Song
I've a kiss from a warmer loverThan maiden earth can be:She blew it up to the skies above her,And now it has come to me;From the far-away it has come..
© Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake