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Bush Ballads And Galloping Rhymes

Auhtor: Adam Lindsay Gordon

Language: english

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Review by Timothy B. Riley, November 2009


Rating: (****)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Excerpts from the Book 'Bush Ballads And Galloping Rhymes':

... Exhortations A Shooting-box in the West of Ireland. A Bedchamber. LAURENCE RABY and MELCHIOR. Night. Melchior: Surely in the great ...
... in spite or heedlessness. - 'Tis hard! - Lee, the Levite! - some few years back Herbert horsewhipp'd him - the cur Show'd his teeth and laid his ...
... where the grave-dews rust, They dug, crying, Earth to earth - Crying, Ashes to ashes and dust to dust - And what are my poor prayers worth? ...
... skies! Will the great skies care for Our footsteps, straighten our path, Or strengthen our weakness? Wherefore? We have rather incurr'd their ...
... eyelids darken'd and eyesight dim, And weary body and wasted limb, And sinew slacken'd and shrunken. She is dead! Gone down to the burial-place, ...
... In that truce the longest and last of all, In the summer nights of that festival - Soft vesture of samite and silken pall - The beginning ...
... face, Cloth'd with Thy love and crown'd with Thy grace, When I gnash my teeth in the terrible place That is fill'd with weeping and wailing. ...
... my soul away Mine eyes with film are overcast, The lights are waning grey. This curl from her bright head I shore, And this her hands gave ...
... with that my story has naught to do) - She died the winter before the war - Died giving birth to the baby Hugh. He pass'd ere the green leaves ...
... - Rich lords had vex'd me, in vain, to part, For their gold and silver, with Britomarte. Next morn we muster'd scarce half a score, With ...
... she, You have risk'd your life, you have lost your mare, And what can I give in return, Ralph Leigh? I replied, One braid of that bright brown ...
... those DAYS THAT WERE, when my beard was black, NOW I have only the NIGHTS THAT ARE. What, landlord, ho! bring in haste burnt sack, And a flask ...
... * * * * * Dusk Lost rose! end my story! Dead core and dry husk - Departed thy glory And tainted thy musk. Night spreads ...
... receding, and reefs flung forward, And waifs wreck'd seaward and wasted shoreward On shallows sheeted with flaming foam. A grim, grey coast ...
... fast as he can - A life and death matter so, lads, look alive. Half-dress'd, in the dark, to the stockyard we ran. There was bridling with hurry, ...
... close to a big stringy-bark, And had made a near thing of a crooked sheoak But now on the open, lit up by the morn, She flung the white foam-flakes ...
... through Brayton's Gap Flung a lurid fire on the heath. Could I reach the Dell? I had little reck, And with scarce a choice of my own ...
... We heard the hound beneath the mound, We scared the swamp hawk hovering nigh - We had not sought for that we found - He lay as dead men only ...
... he - WITNESS HIS MARK - he signed last year, And now he signs John Smith, J.P. We'll hold our inquest NOW, we three I'll be your coroner ...
... of Autumn The Romance of Britomarte Laudamus A Basket of Flowers A Fragment Recommended ReadingAre you enjoy this book? Other books that ...