Roderic Quinn

(1867 - 1949 / Australia)

Roderic Quinn Poems

1. The Threshold Stone 4/16/2010
2. The Vigil 4/16/2010
3. The Voyagers 4/16/2010
4. Tidings 4/16/2010
5. Western Camps 4/16/2010
6. With The Quandongs 4/16/2010
7. The Year's End 4/16/2010
8. The Voices Of The Rain 4/16/2010
9. They Shall Come Home 4/16/2010
10. Irony 4/16/2010
11. The Swamp 4/16/2010
12. The Three Knocks 4/16/2010
13. The Turn Of The Road 4/16/2010
14. Two Pictures 4/16/2010
15. Twilight And Peace 4/16/2010
16. Perfection 4/16/2010
17. The Long, Lone Road 4/16/2010
18. The Greater Love 4/16/2010
19. The River And The Road 4/16/2010
20. The Drover Of The Stars 4/16/2010
21. Love Magical 4/16/2010
22. The Hidden Tide 1/1/2004
23. The House Of The Commonwealth 1/4/2003
24. The Circling Hearths 1/1/2004
25. Midnight And Moonlight 4/16/2010
26. Just To Drift 4/16/2010
27. Spring Song 4/16/2010
28. Romance In The Market Place 4/16/2010
29. On The Barrier 4/16/2010
30. The Allisons 4/16/2010
31. The Artist 4/16/2010
32. The Black Hound 4/16/2010
33. The Counsellors 4/16/2010
34. The Seeker 4/16/2010
35. The Shadow-Third 4/16/2010
36. The Master-Man 4/16/2010
37. The Red Mist 4/16/2010
38. The Red-Tressed Maiden 4/16/2010
39. The Little House 4/16/2010
40. The Song 4/16/2010
Best Poem of Roderic Quinn

Stars In The Sea

I took a boat on a starry night
and went for a row on the water,
and she danced like a child on a wake of light
and bowed where the ripples caught her.

I vowed, as I rowed on the velvet blue
through the night and the starry spendour
to woo and sue a maiden I know
till she bent to my pleading tender.

My painted boat she was light and glad
and gladder my heart was wishing,
and I came in time to a little lad
who stood on the rocks a-fishing.

I said "Ahoy!" and he said "Ahoy"!
and I asked how the fish were biting;
And what are you...

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The Circling Hearths

MY Countrymen, though we are young as yet
With little history, nought to show
Of lives enleagued against a foreign foe,
Torn flags and triumph, glory or regret;
Still some things make our kinship sweet,
Some deeds inglorious but of royal worth,
As when with tireless arms and toiling feet
We felled the tree and tilled the earth.

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