William Henry Ogilvie

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

William Henry Ogilvie Poems

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

Drought

My road is fenced with the bleached, white bones
And strewn with the blind, white sand,
Beside me a suffering, dumb world moans
On the breast of a lonely land.
On the rim of the world the lightnings play,
The heat-waves quiver and dance,
And the breath of the wind is a sword to slay
And the sunbeams each a lance.

I have withered the grass where my hot hoofs tread,
I have whitened the sapless trees,
I have driven the faint-heart rains ahead
To hide in their soft green seas.

I have bound the plains with an iron band,
I have stricken the...

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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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