Poems by William Henry Ogilvie
The Stockyard Liar
... How you're standing too far from her shoulder, ...
The Raiders
... Swift wrath on the raiders that steal by the stars ...
The Offside Leader
... Face, 'Mid low leafy lime-trees in cock's-foot and clover ...
The Battered Brigade
... And I 'll lay you my cheque at the banker's ...
As They Come
... Good 'un! Always went like Hell ! ...
Witchery Knows!
... And she knows when the woods in full splendour are dressed, ...
The Call
... Where the storm-clouds gather, where the strong winds stride, ...
Our Guests
... (On the Menu Card of the Dinner given by The Field ...
Hymn To Diana
... Straightly as it should be played, ...
The Brumbies
... Who have wheeled to the Dawn: have kept lone guard ...
Hacking Home
... Would we choose your sheltered flight, ...
The Australian
... He stormed those steel-lined cliffs we know! ...
Running On!
... Far on the hill is the horn still blowing, ...
After The Thunder
... An' I said, as I looked at the lightnin',' The next thing we'11 see'11 be stars ! ' ...
The Music Of The Chase
... With a more than sporting chance of getting through ...
