Poems by William Henry Ogilvie
An Old Contemptible
... Deep shouldered, long of rein, with ribs well-sprung ...
The Stable Path
... So-on through the yew-trees where shadows strike chiller, ...
Wind O' The Autumn
... Decked out in your gown of moonmist and jewelled with drops of dew ...
His Epitaph
... May we find some true-heart comrade, when theyve filled the last clods in, ...
Harry Morant
... Off cried The Breaker, and off we went ...
The Man To Follow
... When they tumble from covert, each hound giving tongue, ...
Hounds!
... When the shadows of night gather oer us, ...
The Overlander
... Cock-horned and spear-horned, spotted, streaked and starred ...
Gipsies' Horses
... Is it there that we shall find them, all the piebalds and the creams ...
The Opening Run
... The front rank, hands down, have the big fence's measure ...
The Straight Goer
... The loafing, skirting, loud-mouthed hound that hangs about your horse ...
The Happiest Man In England
... And when the grey strides out and shakes the foam- flecks from his rings ...
The Timber Team
... Through mire and dust, through sleet and snow, ...
Top-O'-The-Morning
... When the swords are sheathed and the strife is done ...
The Golden Hoofprints
... Each hoof of his steed had left its mould, ...
