John was the son of a doctor of the same name who came to Sydney in 1859. Dr Brereton rapidly established himself in his profession and sired a larg ..
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In the grey dawn I lie within my bed Still as a frozen lake that pats no more With murmurous delight the o'erhanging shore, Yet grim thoughts heave obscurely in my head; For curtains I have earthen walls, and lead Is colder than the woollen garb I wore-- But oh! that heart of mine is still as sore As when I did not know that I was dead. I knew her (O my Life!) and she was fair, And gave her beauty to the hills and sea, The wonder of her voice to leaf and wave. The brown earth lies between us; does she care That since she cast the first dull clod on me My lonely heart is aching in the grave?
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The Grave by John Le Gay Brereton