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. The Right Sort 4/7/2010
8. The Artist 4/7/2010
9. The Happiest Man In England 4/7/2010
10. Biddy, Be Kind! 4/7/2010
11. Riderless 4/7/2010
12. The Game Of Our Hearts 4/7/2010
13. The Straight Goer 4/7/2010
14. To One Of Our Wounded 4/7/2010
15. War Heel! 4/7/2010
16. Wind O' The Autumn 4/7/2010
17. The First Flight 4/7/2010
18. The Huntsman's Horse 4/7/2010
19. The Pilot 4/7/2010
20. The Stable Path 4/7/2010
21. As They Come 4/7/2010
22. The Man To Follow 4/7/2010
23. Tom Moody 4/7/2010
24. Colour 4/7/2010
25. Daffodils 4/7/2010
26. The Veteran 4/7/2010
27. Yonder He Goes! 4/7/2010
28. The Second Whip Explains 4/7/2010
29. The Riding Of The Rebel 4/7/2010
30. The Shadow On The Blind 4/7/2010
31. Hounds Going Home In The Dark 4/7/2010
32. The Stockyard Liar 4/7/2010
33. Once We Went Gaily 4/7/2010
34. Comrades 0' Mine 4/7/2010
35. A Gallop From The Train 4/7/2010
36. The Last Fence 4/7/2010
37. Hounds! 4/7/2010
38. The Battered Brigade 4/7/2010
39. A Little Bit Of Garden 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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The Australian

The skies that arched his land were blue,

His bush-born winds were warm and sweet,

And yet from earliest hours he knew

The tides of victory and defeat;

From fierce floods thundering at his birth,

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