William Henry Ogilvie

(21 August 1869 – 30 January 1963 / Kelso, Scotland)

William Henry Ogilvie Poems

1. The Opening Run 4/7/2010
2. The Queen Of Yore 4/7/2010
3. Skyline Tommy 4/7/2010
4. Queensland Opal 4/7/2010
5. Witchery Knows! 4/7/2010
6. The Music Of The Chase 4/7/2010
7. English Grass 4/7/2010
8. The Artist 4/7/2010
9. The Battered Brigade 4/7/2010
10. The Right Sort 4/7/2010
11. The Happiest Man In England 4/7/2010
12. Biddy, Be Kind! 4/7/2010
13. Riderless 4/7/2010
14. The Game Of Our Hearts 4/7/2010
15. The Straight Goer 4/7/2010
16. To One Of Our Wounded 4/7/2010
17. War Heel! 4/7/2010
18. Wind O' The Autumn 4/7/2010
19. The First Flight 4/7/2010
20. The Pilot 4/7/2010
21. The Stable Path 4/7/2010
22. As They Come 4/7/2010
23. The Man To Follow 4/7/2010
24. Tom Moody 4/7/2010
25. Daffodils 4/7/2010
26. The Veteran 4/7/2010
27. The Call 4/7/2010
28. Yonder He Goes! 4/7/2010
29. The Second Whip Explains 4/7/2010
30. The Riding Of The Rebel 4/7/2010
31. The Shadow On The Blind 4/7/2010
32. Hounds Going Home In The Dark 4/7/2010
33. The Huntsman's Horse 4/7/2010
34. The Stockyard Liar 4/7/2010
35. Once We Went Gaily 4/7/2010
36. Comrades 0' Mine 4/7/2010
37. A Gallop From The Train 4/7/2010
38. The Last Fence 4/7/2010
39. Hounds! 4/7/2010
40. Running On! 4/7/2010
Best Poem of William Henry Ogilvie

The Bush, My Lover

The camp-fire gleams resistance
To every twinkling star;
The horse-bells in the distance
Are jangling faint and far;
Through gum-boughs torn and lonely
The passing breezes sigh;
In all the world are only
My star-crowned Gove and I.

The still night wraps Macquarie;
The white moon, drifting slow,
Takes back her silver glory
From watching waves below;
To dalliance I give over
Though half the world may chide,
And clasp my one true Lover
Here on Macquarie side.

The loves of earth grow olden
Or kneel at some new shrine; ...

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His Gippsland Girl

Now, money was scarce and work was slack
And love to his heart Crept in,
And he rode away on the Northern track
To war with the world and win;
And he vowed by the locket upon his breast
And its treasure, one red gold curl,
To work with with a will in the fartherest West
For the sake of his Gippsland girl.

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